What A Poet Is Howard Simon

What a poet is Howard Simon! when he writes a poem on smile, my lips start dancing, and I say to myself once more romancing, when he writes a poem on tears, I start recollecting my lost years, my eyes down pour the shining pearls. When he writes a poem on love, the old man starts looking at the girls. A magician is he makes me juvenile. His poems move and with his poems my heart, my body, my soul all move like light straws, and I find myself in his poetic claws, like a bird who is so much used to a cage, that doors though open, she never flies back to her nest. Here she gets love, peace and rest. Poems of Howard Simon are the mental foods, delicious, hygienic and cooked nicely. With his poems I cry, with his poem I smile. What a poet is Howard Simon!