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Ninth-Poet , My Pen, My Pledge

I am only the Ninth-Poet born from Lower Canada
who wheels a poetry that is full of passion
with a simple life similar to a mature monk.
I live in a forest containing only nine trees
just nine miles from the city of All Poetry.
The moon does not light a spark of darkness
so nine puny red suns shine my tiny life.
Time and space seem to be lying stiff still
as if to offer me an artful colourful canvas
in order to stroke a world into a poem,
where 9% of my heart is in every line.
Poetry is the blood that runs my whole body
and I shall pen every day of my life
till all my nine lives have been used up.

Author notes

This piece is to hommage my ninth year as a poet. I went a little #9 crazy. I'll be the first to admit it

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  • PoeticMadnesss
    February 25

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    great display of your creativity and your love for poetry. excellent job, keep up the great work!

    9 years? wow. XD

  • Lady Dragonwyck
    February 25

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    Magic!! You have so defined your passion as a poet and artfully displayed your creativity. Write on, my friend, write on!!!

    Lady D


  • Melodies
    February 25

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    Mature monk caught my eye. lol A very impressive poem that made me smile, especially your nine lives. I hope you do pen every day of your life! BRAVO at the thought.


  • Emerald Lass
    February 25

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    This poem is very HOT!

    Your passion flows wonderfully in this poem and it reminds me of a gourmet dinner with several courses and music in the background.