Calling On Poets Of Old

Calling On Poets Of Old

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The world will end
It could be soon
Humanity it drinks
A foul poison brew

The poison is ancient
We are lost unaware
Humanities caught
In ignorance's snare

I make incantations
Casting poetry spells
Call forth divine spirit   
Ringing true love's bell

All poets are warriors 
Our poems battle hate
With faith in loves power
It need not be too late

The forgotten poets of old
We must call on and revive  
Their poems dispel poison    
May the poets soon arrive

I won't give up on love
Though my spirit tired  
Know with poets of old
True love never expires

Oh, Homer and Ginsberg
Prophets Dylan and Blake 
Your poems winds howl
Dispelling earths heartache

Calling on poets of old  
Rain down poems fire 
Dispel poisons darkness 
Keep us strong inspired

Calling on poets of old
Cast out our depression
Cast out hopelessness 
Poisons deep Nihilism

We battle with words
We fight for true love
We struggle to inspire 
Let our love rise above

I call on all love poets 
Time to take up the call
poetry can defeat hatred
The world need not fall

Yes, my poems fall short
So I call on poets of old
Dispel the world's sorrow
With poems not yet told

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Written by David Penn Trinley Arndt on May 20th, 2022, when he was feeling despair and depression over the fate of the earth and all sentient beings. I know I am no true poet, so I supplicate the poets of old. May their love rain down poems of fire and dispel the darkness of these times. I pray it may be so.

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© David Penn Trinley Arndt 2022

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