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~THE FACELESS POETS ~

~THE FACELESS POETS ~

Faceless names, through years, unfettered by muses
A cellophane place with un-fame and elegy supplied
Where many a poet's pen has crawled and clawed confused
For the ink, like the poet's blood is becoming sun-dried
Frozen cryptically, as faceless poets throughout time

Voices unnoticed, but words remembered do retain
A friendly countenance, a joyous exuberance, ever-evolving
Thus, when discussed by the few, faceless poets do remain
A song in their hearts, sung happily as records, ever-revolving
Like the 'Tomb of the Unknown Soldier' , faceless poets ever-calling

In some long gone, parasol driven, crowding madness
A sea of youth explodes with a curiosity driven sadness
Where lost identities are fragments from faceless poets that hide
Growing virtues of faceless poets that strive to stay alive
Through legends, backwater storytellers and writers of rhyme...

Tony Taylor
*teauneetaylor3.com

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Incredible piece of Imagery.  Just divine my brother.  You truly bring insightful art with your pen.  Always enjoy reading and learning from you Sensei!

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Tony Taylor

LOL!! Sensei!!.... Ha, ha,..... very funny....I think we both learn from one another..... Remember...your life experience is invaluable and uniquely profound!!......thanx so for this my friend!!....ALWAYS happy to hear your impressions!!....... stay groovy!!.......T xo ?❤

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