Against The Odds

When the world is against you

            A story of a man who had the world to fight and his weapon poetry (mare words) a task I too a long time ago took up the task to play.    I used to hear my uncle Harold read each word so clear each annunciation vibrate and echoed for day, you could see the story being told and unfold you could see each character; you walked away knowing each one by name.   I loved the old one like Dickens, Longfellow, and let me not forget the stories of the bible, yes he did a great job till this day I am still going against the odds. 

            But my story is not about me; no it is about a man who has brought a nation out from behind the seen, he cultivated their language to be strong to take form in a time when French had the brew of the day.    But his poetry took Russian culture to new heights; he elevated not only their language and culture he was the great Ice breaker of self-worth for the common Russian His name you ask is Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin in tracing his family roots he came from a black man but there is Russian royalty in the blood line I hold him high and with the trouble he had a persevered through I too can do the same with my set backs.

POET

I grieve!

Yet emotions, excavate through my head.

I panic ----- I can’t speak.

I write of this open wound.

And snitch an emotion you could not convey.

These are the days that rejoice me!

But all my life in a corner I sit,

Motionless!

 No urge to move (Depressed)!

One pint of blood supplies my brain,

Yet! ---- No breathe,

 No oxygen gained!

So!  I sleep till the next earth shattering

Moment!  Which could be brief.

Then armed with pen and paper,

The title comes

A ha; --- Here comes relief!

Now the words run free,

Like streams.

Making their way to the open sea.

And if this frequency does not flow,

This creature here! will die.

And like so many others

Their emotions, their words, their insight

Is the door to their annihilation.

So when you see one, please beware!

That hearty creature delves deep into the human sphere

Read his work, and then you will know

The poet cares.

By GtW o2-o4-o6