Poems

The metaverse does bridle at its cage
Trapped in my head, it’s found a way at last
My pen no longer needing to recast
Thoughts come unbidden, skipping the white page

Images flow, some frightening, some plain
Objects appear, and hover in mid-air
I need do nothing, I can only stare
And struggle to observe and to contain

Contain creation, do imagine that
I look at the invaders in sheer awe
Surreal landscapes I could never draw
Materialize like rabbits in a hat

I blink and the illusion disappears
And I am back, and staring at the screen
Wish that I could forget it, sight unseen
Or at the least, could wipe away those tears


Author notes: wc 115 image from Pinterest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2783990-Fantasy-1023

A poet’s work is never done
Before the ink is even dry
Creation has again begun
Demanding that the hour is nigh

Ever constructing some new rhyme
Finding new meaning in old brew
Giving each sentence its due time
Hoping the metaphors ring true

Idolatry, that’s our belief
Jehovah need not fear our psalms
King of all kings, to your relief
Love is the word, our open palms

Must worship words, no other way
Not when you try to touch the heart
Or capture sentences at play
Producing pulp – don’t even start

Queen of all gods, she’s Love, of course
Romance escaping from our pens
She’ll surface somewhere, in due course
Today, tomorrow, we are friends

Utopia, oh, she is swell
Vainglorious, in hubris clothes
Words conquer all, grow in the tell
Xerxes’ ambition, Spartan woes

Yield to the word, write what you know
Zealous belief. And don’t’ tell. Show.


Author notes: wc 150 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2782858-A-Z-Poem---Rhyme--6K-Pts