Your Humble Coat of Many Colours ( Spenserian)
Poem Title : Your Humble Coat of Many Colours (Spenserian)
Look alive Poet ! From whence you started out.
To survey the unique position you are in today.
Perhaps you find your plate so piled high with doubt?
A Paragon of words abound, use them how you may.
Be not set with vitriolic gremlins misery plagued.
I would rather stare into space than take much time to say.
If your humble fate is in your own hands anyway ?
No God -forsaken playground this,now Anyone can play.
Rewarding Mothers of Invention throughout every live long day.
You are Alive and to the Manor born.
The moment you discovered words and phrases.
To rhyme and rhythm,your lot to thrive upon.
Your transport vehicle to a thousand places.
Embroider each and every line you write.
The monument can ride out of mystic phases,
The ticket on this journey,yours by right.
Identity hidden by a million Poet faces,
Add true colour to your verse with embellished woven traces.
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C Philip
Posted January 31st 2012
nice uplifting message to all us poets, thanks Philip
Inspiring thoughts for all poets to go ahead with bright news!
I think you mean "to the manner born" (referencing Hamlet), not "to the manor born" (referencing a late seventies sitcom). I don't understand at all what you're getting at with "The monument can ride out of mystic phases". What is a mystic phase, and what sort of monument can ride anything?