A poem For you

The thinking,
The stare,
The blinking,
The dare.
The words that I write
The lines never seen
Sometimes I get up tight
Other times I am a word feen
So with instantaneous result
From a cavalcade of things
From the heart, the words I could shout
Become verse and phrasings,
Sometimes called prose or poetry
From the life and the glamour
Of love and mystery
Come into my parlor……

By HungryJack

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