Offspring - Tale of Paradise Reflects Upon Poetry

True offspring of pure poet’s pen

As unclaimed orphans wait till when

Life’s links are stimulated, trace
Each ph[r]ase in roundelay’s embrace.

Once catalyzed, and only then,

Find we without tri[s]te mise en scène

Purity Time can’t deface,

A note in tune with Time and Space.

Reality ? Hallucinogen ?
As senses swirl clock seems suspen.

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Drawn in, laid out, both breath and verse,
Impact intense all should rehearse,
Subject of, to, experience ?

Echo imagination, sense ?

Reflection fair ? rhyme ? prose perverse ?

Epic dramatic, haiku terse ?

Flow grows at nobody's expense,

Links old to new with no pretence,

Extending themes, dreams universe
Creative. Centuries traverse
To future from the present tense,

Sustains ideas, ideals immense.

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Underwriting bards of old

Pure poetry need ne'er grow cold,

Of course, new meanings may appear,

Need reference points, text should stay clear

Providing into story told

Outstanding insight all behold

Excluding copies insincere
That plagiary posts to pay small beer.

Refusing censor's stranglehold,
Your poet chimes rhymes manifold.