The Return

Let the old men share their expressions,
one of laughter one of passion.
Let the words of Jesus appear
like "The Mistral" stirring in our ears.
Let the maestro's of poetry again
point the mistakes till none remains.
Against the Everest of dormant slope
a new dawn of talent rises with hope.
Each powerful,like the rays of the sun
Their message spreads the light and darkness they shun.
One a master of metaphor and rhyme
One of ability to "project" the crime.
One after 5 years of contemplation
now writes successful dream interpretations.
One with his tremendous vocabulary
forces "Livestock" to disappear from grocery.
Though he writes about clones and drones
can describe a morning when poetry finds home.
One lets her emotion run wild
and express the raw pain of the "Sleeping child".
While one plays chess with an acid-lady
but still in his heart "An Act of Love" is ready.
"A Highway to Nowhere" to bury his faith
but still clear concepts of Space,Time,and D E A T H.
His pseudonym is his real cause
The hidden truth he unveils without a pause.
There was a time not long ago
when poems of substance used to show.
Where old folks used to talk and chat
not just rate and increase their stats.
i am just a stranger and can only hope
The old boarders come to light up the smoke.
Let the old memories once again burn
The Golden Days make their Return.