Not so very long ago, instead of elections, debates and juries, the rules were made up by Kings and their court.  In those courts there were no judges or elected officials.  There were no debates, polls or votes, in those courts there were musicians, jesters and the Muse.

Instead of sitting at dinner, worrying over
stock market options, votes, fashion and
table manners, those priviledged souls
were entertained.  They fed their souls,
hearts and minds while they fed their bodies. 
The court jester, of course, was invaluable
for his ability to make the King laugh, and
the musicians were hailed for their
gift of song.  But, above all, it was the Muse
who captured the royal heart. 
The poet, the historian, was the one
who made the King think and
consider different ideas.

In times where rules were black and white, and the advisors
to the King seeking to extend their own power and wealth
rather than addressing the problems faced by the King's
subjects, it was the Muse alone that inspired the King to feel
for the peasants and touched his heart with tales of bravery,
courage, loyalty and sacrifice.  Those times are gone. 
In our day and age, the Muse, the poet, has been
almost forgotten.  No longer a valuable asset, the world has,
instead, turned to plastic, immitation feelings molded by
television programs, cinema, magazines and newspapers. 
We are what they want us to be, unthinking, unfeeling and
above all, uninspired.  The few left, the last poetic souls,
write on without recognition, without ears that listen. 
They pick up their pens like a sword and fight battles of
chivalry on paper.  I am one of them.  One of a dying breed. 
Before you leave this sight, shrugging at the whimsical
blather above, please take a moment and ask yourself the following:

Have you ever been moved by the words of a song ~ not just the musicians style or voice, but by the lyrics?  Did you or would you buy a copy of the artist's music so you could listen to it at will?

Have you ever been struck by the beauty of a painting or other work of art - pausing to study all the nuances?  Did you or would you have bought it to bring home so you could study it all the time?

In all honesty, I don't think there is anyone who cannot answer at least one of those questions with a "yes".  Why?  Because it is Art ~ and Art is beauty, it is expression.  It touches our souls, our hearts.

Poetry is art in the purest of forms.  There is no medium, no cover.  It has nothing at all to "spice it up".  It is a song, without music ~ just lyrics.  It is a painting, without shading and color ~ just description.  How long has it been since you last read a poem?  Not just Shakespearean plays required in school, or the dry, outdated works of famous poets from times long past, but the work of a poet living in today's world.

Please ~ take just a few minutes out of your busy day, sit down, read a poem and feed your soul.   Remember, poetry need not be lyrical and rhyme.  It doesn't have to have a beat or tempo.  Poetry takes many forms and the only real "rule" ~ is that it must make you feel.

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