Which beauty is so sweet
That no gladiator could unseat
But does respectfully retreat
A gentle smile attending his defeat
Which beauty is so fair
That, like the Sun with its awesome glare
Bids every eye to stand and stare
Inspiring sentiment so rare
Which beauty is so full
That no force can resist its pull
Inviting each into a lull
Which no keen mind could ever judge dull
Only the truest beauty is so complete
That to all poets it stands elite
And to all like things it does entreat
The awesome splendor of its receipt
It is the Soul of which is writ
So full of life, of love and wit
No greater thing could ever sit
Upon such a dazzling, golden throne: so very fit
Inaudible to ears, to touch
The keenest hand still misses such
In what it ever attempts to clutch
while neither smell nor taste can augur much
Invisible to eyes, but still
So full of force, of mighty will
Charges one with both ardor and thrill
Nothing else could thus fulfill
Yet modern man, with all his might
Has missed the boat, has lost his sight
Of the fact that this flame is in all alight
So much so, that it illuminates the very night!
I wrote this little poem tonight; nothing serious, just a half-hour rendering of some tender reflections. It’s funny: I’ve written over 100 songs in my life, but scarcely any poetry (funny because the two artforms fully overlap)
Stu, this poem is accessible and fun! Submit it, my friend. Best wishes with your writing. The world needs you!
Thank you Joe, kudos to you as well for your own work!