House of Joy

Poetry's is power
Soul healing flower
To help the living
Succour the dying
And nourish those
Lost in ivory towers

From coast to coast
prayers we post
Poets at your
Beck and call
By human behest
We exist
Break your shackles
Shake your cages
Arise
Even if you
Must fall.

We are the living proof
Of human Truth
Sorrow must be borne
The fruit of love
From insanity
Must be torn.

Know thyself
And with thy
Knowledge be
Beacon upon
The Beach
Flaming
Lighthouse of
Lonely heart wreck sea.

Flamingo kiss
And fount of light
Wreath of thorns
Bleeding love's delight.

Don't die
Unless it's hard
Be always
The Fountainhead of
The Avant-garde.

Poetry is foolish
Savage neurotic
It's the neurotransmitter
Of wondrous bliss

Poetry paves the yellow
Brick road
Through dumb walls
Of obstacles.

We must be poets,
Heroic all
We must sing
Each our saga
In the Halls
Of puny men
Till the last one of us
Standing tall
Join in the universal
Clarion call...

And we are the poets,the prophets,
The soothsayers, the dream catchers,
Raining blood ordained bliss
Brooding upon each Holy spirit
And the muse of each
To use
And Amuse
To dream
And redeem
The only possible
Promise
Never the shameful
Fear of Fall,
A house of Joy
Not built on cards
Crooked dealt, 
But
Eden upon Earth
For all.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017.