GOD’S MOST HUMBLE POET & EDGAR ALLAN POE I’m God’s most humble poet Whose poems have meter and rhyme. Stories of love, faith, hate, honor and duty, Obedience, war, heroes, history and crime. I’ve performed my gift on T.V. and radio Before millions I’ve never met. Preached my praise of God and country With 610 poems on the net. Satan’s soldiers, shepherds and bards Spew forth their foulness and grief. They attack the joy and goodness of man Dishonoring life, family, country and belief. Prospering through work, love and conviction Enables us to remain whole and how we should be. Fortifying our soul with fulfillment of faith Lets our worst tribulations be shouldered by Thee. Moses, Samson, David, Solomon and Jonah All failed God in their own human way. He chose to forgive them and bless their powers So they might dwell in hearts of man today. Without God’s grace, wisdom and glorious domain There’s no doubt all would soon cease to survive. Through purpose, morals, faith and conviction We are able to transform and keep goodness alive. EDGAR ALLAN POE One of America’s most famous writers Was born in Boston, January of 1809. Both his parents were failing actors And his father was drunk most the time. In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared His mother died soon after. A childless couple took him in Raising him with love and laughter. Edgar had a Negro nurse Who brought him to her quarters. There he listened to ghost stories Far beyond Earthly borders. The strange tales he later wrote May have come from her inspiration. The words she used to describe death Gave Poe his taste for sensation. The Allan’s moved to England Where Poe attended boarding schools. There’s no doubt his time spent there Sharpened his skills as tools. Returning to Richmond and back in school He began to compose new verse. Heavy debts forced him to leave college As his life took a turn for the worse. Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston Where he was unable to find employment. A young printer agreed to publish his poems Giving him hope and enjoyment. Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army And was accepted to West Point in 29. Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line. Afterward he became an editor and critic And married his cousin who was thirteen. Six years latter he discovered she was dying Suffering once more the unforeseen. He went through periods of insanity Caused by grieving and functional fall. He smoked opium and drank too much Till at his doorstep death would call. Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse Still lives in our hearts today Famous for The Raven and other great works May his soul rest in peace we pray. GOD’S POETS The prize jewels of any nation Are the philosophers of the heart. How they think is universal For it’s God who makes them so smart. Most poets tell the truth of life Though they may wrap it in beauty. Its their passion, not their purpose To compose is but their duty. Poets have no reason to lie When the truth is always so clear. All that others say and do Is but food for the poets ear. One merit of a poets work Which most cannot deny. They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. God sent His poets down to Earth With words of wisdom and of worth. That they might touch the souls of men And bring them back to Him again. A GOOD POEM A good poem paints a picture For both your heart and brain. It doesnt need a second chance To make its meaning plain. A good poem is like the flower The lily or the rose. God plants it in a poets brain And there its beauty grows. A good poem like a cardinal Is pregnant with song You can’t help but hear its message As it sings whats right or wrong. A good poem helps us remember What the joys of life are for It makes us want to love someone Till death comes knocking at our door. THANK YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE IN YOUR HEART = tom! Toms 610 Poems Are Free To Share! By Gods Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web!
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 22:58:01 +0000
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