It would be nice to write a verse br that had the power to reach your hearts br to reach the poetic charts br that stuns the readers' minds br and carries the music of angelic harps br a poem with the wit and pith br of a wordsmith, genius with br an idiotic twist of Milligan br and the flowing prose of Edgar Allen Poe br but all I can write is this br a flimsy verse of withered words br about a longing, a desire of mine br to make these words both flow and rhyme br with subtle meanings thought br on starry journeys of wistful dreams br down sparkling streams of effervescent br bubbled themes that froth and babble br through sweet scented groves of br olive trees resting fragrantly in repose br but heaven knows it's not in me br to make a flowery petal'd prose br that fits into stylish rhythmic verse br and mirrors in its majesty br the beauty of the moon or sea br as a pauper I must be sure to know br the unrelenting stream of words that flow br and go straight to readers' hearts br are not to be written by my hand br but perhaps with a fine fine net br I might just catch some music, rhyme br as with worded chimes br they fly past my heart and mind.