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To Be A Bird
Among A Flock

To be a bird among a flock
To whereever I desire to fly
I just flap my wings and fly amock
To traverse the open sky...

And eat as I need upon the wing
Would be a connoiuers delight
I can eat each and every thing
I meet upon my flight

To be a bird, just for a bit
A great thing it would be
For think of it: I get to shit
On the hunter who shoots at me...

Learned Mac Nessa

In olden times the learned men
Who knew the craft of paper and pen
Learned through a dialect that then
Only by them was understood

Conor Mac Nessa to that said no
A better way to learn he'd show
And abandon the ways of long ago
So that men of all blood

Could learn medicine and the arts
And every skill and all parts
As long as they had love of learning in .................................... their hearts
And that remeber it they could.

A man so wide before his time was he
For all men a better way did see
And made it possible, made it be
So that all of ability to be educated would.

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I Still Believe

Poem based on the Anne Frank assertation that to site all she went through, she still believed in the basic goodness of mankind.

Dogma Must Die

It is not our beliefs, but rather that ours and ours alone is right, that causes sectarian conflict. All must be let believe as they see fit, God reveals Himself to men in different ways. Dogma divides, and so must die.

Life Goes On

Dont let your worries take over your life, for life always goes on.

To Tell A Tale

To tell a tale is a joy to do... which is robably why us poets love to write!!!

What We Do
Is Who We Are

Be careful what you do, others judge you by it, and that can be your savior of your ruin on a day to come.

Poets Express

Some of the audio files from the Poets Express are available now Use the audio layer above to listen to them.

Below is the poem "Born of Lonliness Are the Arts", the finale at the event, which got a good reception.

Born of Loneliness
Are The Arts

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I read a quotation that said "creativity is born of loneliness", and while in times of dark moods indeed creativity can be a release... it is not the only time of creativity. For me, creativity is a celebration of life... a day gone by without a verse written is a bad one for me. Maybe I am crazy... ?

Born of loneliness are the arts...
Spewing forth from depressed minds,
Who, from solitude of isolation...
Inspiration they can find...

So it is said: I say is not so...
For I love to life life...
Find inspiration through life joys
As much as from its strife...

And in the solitude of slumbers
Just before I go to sleep...
Ideas formulate in my mind...
Many are lost.. a few I keep...

And upon the mornings waking...
I find paper, and then,
My thoughts and dreams in verse
I commit to paper with my pen.

Tis true the lonely can use the arts
As a way to null their pain,
And we, who are the receivers,
Know not the agony's behind our gain...

To say all artists are lonely is not true,
To say their blessed is true indeed,
Whether lonely or enjoying life...
To create is the artist need!