Did you say quiet?
No, I don't think so!
I am not a silent poet
So do not think I will be quiet,
That diet is obviously not for me but for those who quit!
Writing poetry is an oath to depth;
To make you feel alright when all is not,
My pen will riot and to the right it will write not.
Rightly I speak of the bitter truth and the witnesses within me agrees to what I write rightly.
I am not a silent poet
What kind of man will I be if I can't talk about what I see and hear.
Why am I here?
To observe and keep silent?
No, not at all!
Speaking is leaking what the eyes sees, what the ears hear and then the silence breaks.
I am not a silent poet
Caution is a threat to the just, an auction of the only ice in our freezer.
And the peace we so seek is never guaranteed but piss;
I speak with my beak bitter and sweet; that is poetry!
Never always on anyone's side
Only writes when it is time to write
A glamour of divers beauty unveiled.
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