The London Show at the Tate's Estate........Part two adieu
This opus, the sound of the earth, its focustranscended thoughts to my mind in these moment
the river an atonement to the East I look upon
conjuring the form of my words I torn
from my core of pumping blood, there's no need for alarm
for the swarm of bee's accompany me, do no harm.
They gaze at the willows with me as I eat on
delicious chocolate truffles in my mind I form.
The clouds above me circle the powder blue sky
a bee whispers in my ear, can you not fly?
I see your lovely wings, on your back they lie
but it's only when you speak poetry, I ask why?
This paradox the bee proclaimed lied
in the corner of my mind as he did in my eye
I never really noticed that I carried wings
for I lose myself in my chaotic ravines
my tumultuous seas and storming breezes
my words were just words till a bee showed me
otherwise to my surprise I spit off a few lines
open up my eyes to the side and there they lied.
One look at the sky in its colorful essence
walking all the same to the crowd in waiting
faltered into a dream sent down from heaven
only to recite to you this evening.
I tell you, the reason I'm late was not fate
but destiny in the wake of the nature I intake
as if a rush of light had hit my face
and there manifested a message, then the gate
to the Tate's Estate in which I was to break
the seal to my mind to share with all awake
what started as one poem became another
much like my mother giving birth to my brother
each step taken on the way was a blessing
each step taken on the way was a lesson
injected in my conscience like the sounds of the river
the bee delivers a question to my ear
thus appeared my wings, that helped me to get here
at-least I think so, I don't really remember
all I recall is the walk and sights delivered
the bee, the willows, transcendence, the river
the chocolate truffles and gate that I entered
to Tate's Estate where all of you are the center.............
Breathe......slow.....deep....low
I backed off from the pleased microphone
the crowd looks on as the silence grows
were is the applause, did they not like the show?
But before I could finish the thought
a roar of applause and whistles touched my heart
cheers and stemmed lotuses were thrown in lots
bunches and bunches of all lovely remarks.
The show was a beautiful one, and the crowd
they are the show, three cheers for them now
I bowed my head as the spotlight surrounds
blew some kisses to them and towards the clouds
still the audience is up-roared and loud
the smile on my face is hurting me, ouch!!
But anything for my fans, anything for this chance
to recite my thoughts in entrancing dance
my lips are the legs the lungs are the hands
the voice is the music, the Tate's are where they stand....
In London at the Tate's Estate is where I am
and where you are in sight of nature's glance.
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