The poetry tree

08/06/2020
The poetry tree

My life?
Can’t even begin to tell you in a nutshell.
I tried writing my own book.
A whole trilogy it turns out, So thought I’d carry on, Sticking to what I’m good at,
And sculpturing this poetry look.
It’s easier you see,
To get my most deepest and inner feelings from me.
Lyrics I’m ok at,
But music isn’t quite for James.
As from young I knew I was tone deaf see.
Poetry is just words.
No complications,
Cos' of a beat you’ve heard. You change your words around the music,
So like now,
You end up with something that doesn’t quite go,
Or even sound ‘write'.
For me,
And I 'KNOW' it’s not a rule,
but,
To thee,
A Poems most beautiful form, Is one of verses,
That sound so flowing,
Once performed.
I use it to let out the demons, That occasionally drive me mad,
Or put tears to paper,
When I’m hurt,
Crying and sad.
Or bouncing joy through my poetry,
Boasting the fact I’m such a proud dad.
There’s heartache in abundance,
Or just general things,
That make me mad...
It could be about anyone and nothing,
All at once.
Or no one and everything,
Caught On the bounce.
Places you’ve travelled, Places you’ve not,
Places you’ve revealed, Places that are hot.
Some are old,
Some are cold,
But each provokes,
a story to be told.
Your kids,
Your family,
Your Friends or religious cult. You can write about anything, That in your mind,
Your memory does hold. Anyone can write,
If you know how,
Just put pen to paper,
Put some thought to it?
Take a bow and arrow,
Pierce a loved ones heart, With the words you show, They’ll be yours forever,
If the right words you did sew?
Plants and nature,
Animals from a to z,
Or simply a poem,
About you or me.
If you look,
There’s so many leaves,
Out in the Meadow,
On the poetry tree!