Prerequisites to a poem
This is hard to reveal..so so much for zeal.
Before writing a poem, I have no clue what it might be.
First I think of a subject, love life or the weather
The colors in forests or the sweet taste of nectar.
Then I think about women and the color of thier hair
Their lips and their curves and the brakes that I lost.
Then suddenly an inspiration. A passing thing many times,
For a beer gave me other thoughts good for the job.
Reality sets in and I know I have to write something,
Good wrong or right. Thinking and thinking, I continue drinking.
Go shea your a poet and most people know it,
What a sad tale might show up.
So I made a promise to give beer a break
And the next verse I write will be straight from my heart
With a hot cup of tea for my readers and a shot just for me.
poem by John Shea
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