Poets Gone to the Great Rest

Poets Gone to the Great Rest

 

They are

Gone

Yet

They remain,

In their words

That soothe

Our pain.

In our memories

Word pictures

Compose

Our imagination

In repose.

Their language

Stays,

It forms the

Grammar

And vocabulary

Of our days.

For them,

No composition

A tribute makes,

For in our redactions

Stare many mistakes.

But we are

In part,

Shaped by them,

We are

the better

for the craft

of their pen.

 

 

Simon C.J Falk   6 October 2016

 

So Happy A Heart That Knows No Love

Another good one from poet, Frank Solanki

Frank Solanki

So happy a heart that knows no love

No beat inscribed with a name

Touch it with bare hands or with a glove

The cold heart shall feel the same

So happy a heart that knows no love

It won’t bleed for anyone

Except for someone who lives high up above

When all is said and done

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