impoetency--when one ink goes blind

You can change your world by changing your words....
Remember, death and life are in the power of the tongue.—Joel Osteen  
  
can the poet’s pen lie  
even before its ink is dry  
can his canvas disguise  
truths that are hidden from the wise  
   
will he scribble deceit  
that swells with passions underneath  
will his spill drown a man  
whose puddles small feet cannot span  
   
in a world avowed wild  
how can the poet’s tongue be vile  
is there no symmetry  
to rule his lines of poetry  
   
or must subtle iambs  
trip on the feet of lyric jambs  
is the poet’s heart pained  
by golden silence unattained  
   
where no words can move  
injustice or men’s lot improve  
does his imagery climb  
much higher than the lowest limb  
   
where its preeminence  
can give the broken second-chance  
does the poet’s ink stain  
life’s pages yet achieve no gain  
   
are his lyrics contrived  
to keep a dying world alive  
that the soul may find rest  
through rhymes that pass the acid test  
   
may your poetency  
find compromise with urgency  
for when one ink goes blind  
the muse lies dead for all mankind  
   
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫