The Power Of Poetry

Poetry is a fuel.

It powers all machines.

Automobiles are

motionless

without it.

Electricity may not be

generated without its help.

Poetry is a sun

Without it, the earth is in

Perpetual darkness.

Our wet cloth may suffer.

We may not get our solar

devices working without it.

Poetry is like a woman,

without her, the world

is tasteless, saltless

and devoid of excitement.

Poetry is like a man,

without him the universe

will not be populated.

Political decision dead,

Economy suffers and the

earth is without

vigour and vitality.

The Songs Of The Nightingales

The chorus marries the ears.

The song of praise is a

Choirmaster's delight.

It is a soul-lifter that had

the approval of celestial

Angels.

The lyrics of Nightingales

travelled from Alto, Clef,

Stave and tenor like

dancing waves.

It is a reminder of Henry Dyke's

masterpiece:

"By the Breadth of

the blue that shines in silence o' me".