The Second Wing ( a sequel to " These Works Of Art " )
Second in structure but not in talent
The second wing would house theirs gallant
Rhyme and reason, their hearts cry out
This and much more they write about
EMERALDISLE who pours her heart
Upon pages poets will cart
One or two away with them
Today her reads are a godsend
HEALINGHANDS will warm your soul
As IPSEDIXIT will mine for Gold
Bringing forth too his metal
Primo, no need for second settle
My friend Johnson who repeats two
Times his words to get through you
A message his, so read, absorb
The least of things, you'll not be bored
PUNKSPOEMS across the sea
Will bring his take for all to see
A piece of him made in Britain
Enjoy the writes, of poet bitten
There's ANTHANESE the French poet
For those of you who do not know it
He writes with passion, in French and English
His art with words, a french kissed dish
MYSTUFF2 will bring to you
A piece written that in him grew
A seed that blossomed from his heart
A garden now, unique, apart
TOTS where are you now dear child
It's been some time and quite awhile
Your invites in the mail to come
To view the work you too have done
MYSTICSPIRIT another treasure
Found her niche her work will pleasure
The hungry eye, the empty plate
That needs to feed and set the date
Monique, curator and staff her crew
Will be on hand to welcome you
When doors that guard this poets haven
Opens it's wings to readers craving
Wilkins, my brother in CHRIST who saves
The last not first today will pray
Blessings from Him who placed in hearts
The gift, poets, given their start
To those writers we failed to mention
Apologies for our attention
Was to spend more time reading
Your work in progress in time ours fleeting
