I gaze into an open sky

I juggle words
For words far flung
And near
Create a world for me
Of wonderment
Where I can see
Volumes of poetry
Old and new
Littering shelves
You know thats true
Many a worm from long ago
Got drunk on verse and worse
You know
Today great drama’s
Are playing out
Consciousness is what its about
Tradition legend
Its all out there
Its easy to read
Its easy to share

I juggle words
The poet in me
Wakes up with the lark
On his apple tree
Goes to bed with the owl
On the rooftops where
Words turn into perhaps despair

The poet sees
The poet hears
The poet cries
Not ashamed that his tears
May embarrass the reader
Who may then cry too
I juggle words
Its what I do

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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