Title: *Writers Blocks and Choices

Title: *Writers Blocks and Choices*

I decided to write,

A poem today,

And simply let the ink 

In my pen run away

Today I won't be stopped

By writer's block

Or stare at empty screen

As I watch the clock.

Today, it matters not

If I'm seen or heard

Or whether I obtain 

Some just reward,

I simply choose the freedom

To bare my soul,

To be honest, candid, truthful,

In my writing role.

No matter the topic,

Irrespective the play

I'm determined to be

A writer today.

I could write of pleasing friends

And Christmas toys

Perhaps of flirting games

Between girls and boys

I could even pen realities 

Of our life on earth

About the saving grace 

Of our precious King's birth

Employing words that paint, 

Life's many shades and hues, 

In a various degrees, 

And grades of the blues.

I could write about soft blues, 

The sky blues, the sea blues?

I may even start to pen about

The Hill street blues,

Today I could write about

The many types of blues...

There is the ....

'I ain't got me no money' blues.

Then of course the....

'I ain't got me no honey' blues, 

Together well known as the...

'Double portion' blues.

Or, maybe even write about,

Those lingering winter blues,

Of the you know who's

Variety.

'Can't manage to wear

Those new pair of shoes,

Can't change, won't change'

Same old, same old

Mentality.

No! No!

Forget today about 

The Christmas blues,

My Santa's colors are 

Rich in green and red.

As is, my merry winter tree,

So I will write about that, instead.

The Christmas tree angel

Is a shimmering gold,

As was, that Star in the sky 

Sparkling, brilliant and bold.

And that Glorious Angel 

Gabriel, who foretold,

Visited dear shepherds

At night in the fields;

Of wondrous news

About the heavenly birth,

He filled their hearts 

With exuberant mirth.

I'll forget for today the

Language of the blues

To write about Gold, 

Frankincense and Myrrh;

And the gentle baby born,

Of a life so pure.

I'll pen Christmas rhymes 

Today, with hymns of praise,

And dance in the rhythm,

Of the drums of Grace.

I know my words will slip

 Into their rightful place,

As I look into the beauty,

Of my Saviors face.

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Wise Poetry 
with animated art 
by Rev.Bola

[copyright: 22.Nov.2015 ]

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