My poetry is love, love is not for sale.
I give it away.
Whether accepted or not I still trust it
As a gift to say
What I want! When I pray I do not choose words
To make prayer sound good,
(If I do at times it is not acceptable)
As sincere prayer should
Be a happy, angry, or embittered cry
A cry from the heart.
A cry that makes mute the sounds of nature’s song
Inviting joy to depart!
So, the, words of my song, though brash, brazen,
Or crude will have to do.
Accept or reject or shrug it off, it is done!
Response? Up to you!
I care not. Yes, I do! Your response to
One so insecure
Is important! I so dislike rejection!
I cannot long endure
The slight of scorn, the mocking, though subdued,
Hurting just a bit
Can never change my mind. For this is my gift of
Love, this is my gift!
Sam Cox 05.13.03