When I lead the nation…….
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When the intense feeling that emerge a victor from the inner soul
of the ever thinking creative indulgence,
that awakens me to abetting convictions taking me forth
to the fervor that calls me to loud,
to loud me to my compassions intense,
and expecting much from me, and when I am in it, and when I am the reason,
when I lead the much expecting individuals, and they seek through their frantic intensions,
the each righteous and each much virtuous, they seek from me
and I am the seeked.
When the mother of the cradled child, harnesses her emotions,
and injects in to the emotionless pumping hearts
of the inquisitive one,
of she, does she wish to hear, and of the brave son,
that she has surrendered to the famished and raving wants
of the other mother’s craves, bestow her heart cut into million pieces.
So of that son she wants the news, from me - the leader,
the leader of the suppressed.
When the father of the strong and muscled brave son,
the fathers who had impelled the lust for the competition,
who had impelled the needs that this ever dying society that asks for something,
something each day, something ever demanding,
this father, wants to know from me,
from me, me the person who now has now embraced this child
away from the broken old shoulders, that wait for support.
When the friends of the childhood, with whom the playgrounds were torn apart
and the bruises from the sliding and fighting still run blood,
when I recollect and still run the anger and still run the brawl
when the good times and the bad times both interplayed,
those friends, speak to me, of that friendship that no more exists physically
but it still runs warm as old Scottish whisky right through their toxicated bodies,
they want me, give back to them the companion that has been their part
that has been their orb, and around which revolve the companionship.
…………and they seek me and I am the seeked.
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Poetry is Fun, playing around with words and somebody Else's Emotions and topics and sometimes playing around with your own experience and emotions.
So Isn't poetry a fun game.............you play with the world in a few lines.
a good poem.I think ’seeked’ is incorrect and ’sought’ may be used.
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