My pen was empty
The ink spilled
but not on my poetry pad
so bad to make one sad.
I was thinking to quit
and abandon my hobby
for a new 'hubby'; my egocentric empathy.
When suddenly,
You knocked at my door
and asked me for a poetic tea
Will I not serve you
to keep your soul warm?
By: Ligaw Makata (Philippines)
My pen like a plucked leaf is wry
Its ever flowing ink is dry
My soul is as thirsty as a camel
It is deserted by inspiration
Stranded in the desert of frustration.
Spotting a spotless mug of poetic tea
I call unto my pen to drink
And be revived
For the journey that lies ahead
Will not condone fainting.
O Poetess Ligaw,
My pen is revived
To pursue its purpose
Crying out loudly,
"How beneficial is symbiotic association to man?"
By: Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom (Nigeria)
Written by: Ligaw Makata and Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom clamouring for beneficial association among writers.
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