Submission day is finally here!

28/06/2021

Submission day is finally here!

 

I’m so Ecstatically excited,

My final submission day is here.

I’ve just submitted my first book,

To the first publishers near.

Wouldn’t it be amazing,

If the publication search stops here!

Why not?

There’s potential in what I write.

There’s sense in the truth I teach.

I’m not religious like,

So it’ll never be a preach.

A new world is coming,

I can feel it,

Just in reach.

I’m here to cleanse the poetry society,

Scrubbing it clean,

Using my poetry bleach.

I’m what the poetry world is looking for,

I am what you all beseech.

I’m not being modest,

Although I’m fresh and raw.

I just want the world to hear the words that I speak.

 

I’m ecstatic,

I’m jumping with glee and joy.

I’ve wanted to be an author,

since I were a boy.

Writing poetry for me?

Well it's a tool for my inner thoughts and feelings, 

Definitely not a toy.

I’ve dreamt of this since starting writing.

Finally,

My Dream of being an author,

Has been deployed.

I don’t write to annoy,

I write to help others in pain or with cancer.

I write about my boys.

I write about my partner,

Of our love,

Which we both thoroughly enjoy.

I write of my own experiences.

In life,

That I deploy.

I write about nature and all things good or bad.

I write on people’s birthdays,

Each year I redeploy.

I write about my 3 kids,

Each of them full of mischief.

Each of them a boy.

All 3 are the last branches,

 in the Bevan family tree,

Let alone,

 Convoy.

I suppose my writing style,

Is one of a poetic cowboy.

I write about some things,

That make,

Even me,

Feel coy.

I write to record my memories,

Each of them,

The real McCoy.

I’ve written about my childhood,

Memoirs of being a schoolboy.

I write to make myself feel better,

Also in case my memories are destroyed.

I write when I’m elated.

I write when I’m annoyed.

I write for so many reasons,

It’s like I’m on a poetic type steroid!

 

I’m overwhelmed,

I’m nearly there.

One more push,

To get what’s only fair.

Recognition for my writing,

Finally someone does care.

Not even from the u.k,

But the u.s of a,

YES,

Way over there.

Across a big pond,

Skimming like a stone,

as it hops and bounces everywhere,

on the still waters surface.

Suddenly ripples,

That turn to waves,

Salt streaks throughout your hair.

As I land on the beach of my dreams.

In the middle of nowhere.

I’m not lost though.

Just trying to find my own way.

With a massive help from Ohio,

Just don’t exactly know where.

I would love to meet my creator,

Whether it be here,

There or just anywhere!

 

Success is at the finish line,

Of which I’m coming in fast.

Like a gusto of wind Just blew,

Setting me on my chosen path.

I’d never have done this,

If it wasn’t for Katina.

She’s made it so finally,

Nice guys finish first,

Not last.

She’s made it possible,

For me to explain about my past.

She’s made it possible,

For everyone to read,

To Cry, 

smile,

Frown or laugh.

She’s made it so,

My words will everlast.

So a massive thank you Katina,

For overwhelming me nicely.

And taking me aback smiling,

For your help,

Without being asked.

Thank you for the glory,

Of which I now lay in,

Lazily on the grass.

I’m so thankful and appreciative,

For you helping to uncover my poetic mask!

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