As A Poet

As a poet I like to clear my head
of what I think must be said,
such as a humorous thought
that should be caught,
or a moment remembered good or bad
whether it's happy, hurtful, or sad.
A great injustice that can't be ignored,
or the fight for a worthy cause.
A tear of heartbreak or happiness,
or a love that's filled with tenderness.
A love lost and one that's gained,
one man's dishonour and another's fame.
Something new, a breath of fresh air,
originality of which we all can share.
Seeing, hearing, tasting and touch,
and that second sense we cherish so much.
Beauty to behold in every sense of the word,
to laugh and smile, and to be absurd.

poem by Tex T Sarnie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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