it is not poetry"said olde EZRA POUND.So singer-songwriters lyrics save us/time and again
Woman with a guitar opening venues.Her Singing calms and reassures all tigers
Striped sounds of weeping and gnashing of sharp teeth
become digestives assimilated (easier to listen and release
Gather ye rosebuds where ye can!-this world of roses has sharp thorns
Cut to the quick while sliced by sounds.She sings -a new room is found
File in one by one ,to be allowed release/healing in harmonies...
Each to each sings their world attuned to need
To give the artform that singspeaks
Poets stand in lines with page in hand
Singers know their chance to share again depends
upon repetition and release/each chorus reassures
peace means more than a cessation of endless prosaic wars
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