Verse

Verse is flowing, slowly growing.
Like the starlight, gently glowing.
Noble, as my God, all-knowing.
Tall as grass in need of mowing.
Deep as winter season’s snowing.
On my sleeve, like first love, showing.
Verse is coloured rainbow sowing
mysteries beyond all knowing.

Verse is pouring, never boring.
‘Gainst the vicious, always warring.
Rhyming, like the ocean roaring,
with the skylark sweetly soaring.
Woos the goddess I’m adoring,
slumber-less, not sleeper snoring.
Rose to romance rhyme's restoring.

Verse is weaving, words achieving
wonder with her lyrics leaving
lovely lines to lift your grieving.
Comforting and gently cleaving
to your heart in chest that’s heaving.
Beautiful, and never peeving.

Verse is classic, teems like traffic,
older than that Age: Jurassic.
Sultry, Sapphic, Sweet, Seraphic,
torn from hearts like tears so tragic.
Numinous, mixed up with magic,
sweetly signs, is auto-graphic.
Picture perfect: photographic.

Verse is moving, graceful, grooving?
Free, so slaver’s disapproving.
Verse, it always needs improving.
Edit it, make it earth-moving.
Carved in stone it’s too unmoving,
rigid rhyme is forced, thus proving,
prudish poets need reproving!

Verse is vital, vim and vigour,
all-important so, de rigeur.
Precious metal for gold digger,
fraction you can easy figure.
Verse can make you smile and snigger.
“Tiger” tames and Turns to “Tigger.”
Rhyme's revolver’s touchy trigger
blows a hole, than bullet bigger

Verse will stop you: she’s a stunner!
Bombshell blonde like Eva Brunner.
Tanned and tasty, see her sun her
in bikini goddess spun her.
No man now would ever shun her.
Only one though ever won her:
of Usain Bolt was the forerunner:
Adonais, Grecian runner.