When A Poet Ponders
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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When a poet ponders,
He uses his emotion;
Things come to his senses,
All turn into inspiration.
When a poet contemplates,
It's either day or night;
No matter what the hour is,
Anytime seems to be right.
When a poet starts to reflect
On the past, present, and future;
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
All bring words of pleasure.
When a poet begins to think
Of the topics in his memory;
His mind, heart, and soul
Ignite the blaze of glory.
During his deep meditation,
His spirit writes the verse;
An epic piece whispers in the wind,
When a poet ponders.
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