Poems

I'm a poem God,

Lord-o-all-verse

literarily sapient

yet editor flawed

I'm writing ready 

a sonnets creator

draft clever lyrics

fantastical rhyme

pen miracle's ode!

In deathly quiet reaches of a lonelier outer space

where each matter inanimate lives via atom face,

majestic nothingness rules upon a darkness rune

and Universal Lord sings silent melancholic tune 

Yet in noisy atmospheres of Earth's human songs

where beastly organism doth dutifully play along,

a being's light within 'tis brightness we'll call love

and all-pervading, everlasting, immortality above 

May the truthfully good,

unconditionally amiable

childlike love of progeny

bless our empathies now

Our inspiration's never silly,

so, disregard every naysayer

do what you like and love it!

You can write sonnets, quatrain about anything

these our supreme gifts of Homo-sapiens might

pen what thee feel inside, express each emotion

release perfect proofs of a consciousness within

You can poem round all good, posey at one's sad

here a Shakespearian ode eyes no right or wrong

rhyming o'er verse, maybe scrawling lyrical song

human beings' sestina power creates your giving

My super Higher Power is, 

as sweet, ripe watermelon

in a very cold refrigerator!

At first, I'm me a human being

then I'm lava, rock, and steam

crusty clays, earthbound loam 

waters, clouds, volcanos cones

I'm skies, moons, sun, and star

a borrowing atom traveling far

The greatest feeling I've ever achieved,

'tis in the throe of weeping ecstatically

comes on slow as euphorically narcotic

flows in crescendos of a rapturous rush

joyful tears released by floodgate angel

Attached at the hip to a cellphone

tad mama, part brother, some pop,

a progress of human communique

this referendum I'll call ya to stop!

Here I am stuck on the up and up

such a nice place to be in the now

just like steadily arising elevators

I know who, when where and how

Life's way better on the up and up

a glad smile going round-n-round

one's joyful jump from a merry-go

is my happy, upper echelon sound

To grateful for this inner sight,

of things outwardly so obvious

thankful I choose this late love

well-remembered for oblivious

I'm a good man with a good heart now,

though time reinvented and redeemed 

naught romance held by another's love

since twenty years alone it would seem

I ask how it can be in this my Universe?

one man so sincerely humble such's me

would've missed his affection's markers

whilst Earth's inner good well could see