Poems

Poems
By Chris Commodore © 2008

Nature’s history they rehearse,
In meter feet and rhyme;
The timeline of the universe,
In bouncy metric time.

Divulging doubts and regrets,
The tricks and treats of time;
Unearthing hidden secrets,
The hero’s love or crime.

Life’s pacts in nomenclature,
All sweat that cultures bind;
Hypotheses we nurture,
Logged through a poet’s mind.

Man’s history as he treks along,
The records of his folklore;
His journals to all time belong,
Forevermore they store.

A hellish battle lost or won,
On battlefields or in one’s heart,
Wild imagery, right now or gone,
Hard facts in true poetic art.

More versatile than any prose,
In method or in tongue.
Much sweeter than the newest rose,
Good poems short or long.