To Become A Poem

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Zimbabwe

Thales found a river running past

The poetry of Earth beat fast

On whim, the river’s course may change

In brilliant prose, the forest strange

 

Confucius, in all his wisdom, made

A millennium of respect conveyed

Poems fill his selfless mind

And build our love for all mankind

 

Siddhartha found a poet hiding

‘Neath Ficus trees, knowledge guiding

For seven weeks he chased a poem

Uncovered by the earth below him

 

  Alexander, though his reign was great

An early grave to seal his fate

A poem hiding in the east

Brings knowledge at the very least

 

Teresa gave away her heart

Working hard to do her part

She chased away their loneliness 

And loved with all her holiness

 

Mandela saw the black and white

A poem used to win the fight

Locked away for ages more

Love comes forth despite the war

 

Gandhi’s journey to the sea

In meditation, spirits free

A quest for independent choice

He gave a billion people voice

 

Malala fought a madman’s gun

Education was the prize she won

The way she spoke was poetry

Opened up our eyes to see

 

Poems cling to folds of time

Even when they do not rhyme

Emotions taught through careful word

I have learned to see the world

 

I have studied Thales’ wit

Confucius sense of great spirit

Siddhartha show’s an eight-fold path

Alexander’s Grecian wrath

 

Poetry exists outside our words

It floats with the wings of birds

It guides us in our everyday

Molding greatness out of clay

 

The people who are written down

Have poems in them, all around

Their pen may never touch the paper

But actions make their poems greater

 

Poetry has taught me

To be

To open up, let greatness in

To mold myself and then begin

 

To sit by rivers’ running banks

To respect my elders and give thanks

To meditate and love the earth

To learn, and love, and know my worth

 

To challenge limits, but show respect

To notice who my love affects

To be a voice when others can’t

To fight for knowledge until I pant

 

Poetry has created me

Into who I want to be

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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