***THE ART***

One night,
Poetry,  a gray-haired sorcerer
flaunting his skills Merlin to a  Seraph.

This adept sorcerer chameleon
from  Art now to an  Act

Like a bat from bird to rat.

At first,
his tap like mama's soothing pat
I felt on my chest
and next, this artful sorcerer
magic to a fragile wave
that blow my mind out of planet earth.

my savvy mind glance,
this must be a journey to France.
He says, this is not to France,
just relax, rejoice and dance
as you journey to a land of trance.

A scenery_ an alive imagery
of a singing African canary
salivating a pool of spontaneous flow

a gentle Tsunami of melody 

penetrating from front _ to back
crawling through all entrances streaming...
over flooding my mind as a whole.

life's melody
whose rhyme time is comedy
a rhythmic beats of tragedy
that moan in the tone of the phones
in the stanzas of life's eulogy

Poetry,
a lyrical oracle commentary
God coil around the tongues of poets
singing inspirational songs of sonnets:
wash stains from human minds
he says again and again.
leave behind no Mephistopheles taint,
splinters of evil in man must faint.
bath them plain 

for at the end, they'll march along
with my white garment saints.

preach peace north south west and east
from monasteries to monasteries...

when ignorant stinking thinking in human
like a serpent sting
making life softly sobbing,
sing to life
a quiet quiet lullaby.

now,
moving sound waves
from the voice of the lapidary stanzas of poems
will echo! through our divided towns and cities
rounding buildings, a ritual of cleansing.

celebrate no enmity,
impurity and insanity are nonentity
disunity among humanity is a calamity.

For every poem is the lord's minister
the poet : a reporter
a persona standing on the alter.