Hello amazing person, good day!
Today's a day to rejoice and replay,
the sweet melodies of symphonies dancing across the winds.
And in the seas the sweet "glub blubs" of the fish and the splashing fins.
It's not a day to be sad, Oh no!
Yes, not a day to be grumpy and mad.
It's a day to be thankful for so many things that are special about you,
and sometime you'll probably agree with me too!
So dance and sing,
just as a bird is quite to a wing.
And you'll see dear,
your bright future is coming astonishingly near.

My heart sways
throughout the days
of longing times forgotten.

cup it and clasp it
grab and grasp it
firmly, proceed to strike it and stab it
before autumnal flames scatter it like sewer mice
and clouds of thunder become clouds of somber snowy lights
illuminated by the little lamp reflecting off Christmas ornaments
my vacant eyes and their hollow flights
of endless stairs
pitting to a cave of solid ice
i lay in the center
each and every of these numbing nights

Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart

Nothing*
        fills the soul
Like the fruit
            of your **womb