Communication

Today is April 1st. and  this is not a prank! 

April is the National Poetry Month and I am again taking this enriching challenge of writing one poem a day and post it on Poetic Asides, along with hundreds of other poets. 

It's fun and  we all can learn a lot with it!  Thanks Robert L. Brewer for Poetic Asides, and for these five years of "poeming"!  ;-)

I'll share my poems  here, too, since this is a passion! 

My first poem of April, based on the suggested prompt "communication":

Gerald the Herald

“Gents 'n Ladies,

I commute from Comunion

to communicate to this community

the coming-up of the eleventh commandment.

As per the Commander's command,

I shall commence the communication

with common sense and camaraderie.

Communes and commoners,

comrades and comedians,

compadres and con men,

collect your chimeras and commodities

combine them all, also the commodes

and all the countless conflicts.

Compromise and commit to common sense

come out of your coma!

What else do you need? A coach or a combustion?

Creatures of consumerism,

Stay conscious, c'mon!

Stop and think, consume less, conceive better.

Common sense is the commandment!

Comments or commendations,

convey to commander@communication.com ”

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Note: Comunion is a small town in Álava, Northern Spain.

This is Inspiration!

An example of Passion!  Passion for Life! Passion for Writing!

This is the inspiration of a reader of The Passionate Rose, who is also a great poet. He is also becoming a friend of mine, and... would I dare to say, a fan as well?  ;-)

Here is to you, Daniel!  Thank you so much for this sweet poem you wrote for me!

Rose

Lady De Flores
by Daniel Curtis

I met a Beautiful-Rose; a Rose without thorns
they say She comes from Brazil

that's where thornless Roses are born

In a valley, on a beach, between fruit-laden hills

the Rose frolics, blissfully;

as only a Sao Paulo Flower does...

I saw her through a window

teeming with souls passionately following

that Beautiful-Rose

The spirits listened intently

to the words of the Rose

that flowed, spellbound, like sensual-prose

I peaked through that window, hoping in vain

to glimpse the Lady De Flores

and let her take away my pain.

The End