THE VOICE OF A POET

When she calls my name, I feel free like wild game, Natural unshackled and untamed, Tranquil in my claim, Free to soar as an eagle, Under the passion of love's flame. When she smiles at me, My heart flutters like a butterfly, Perched on the nectar of her love, On a day so warm and dry, Resting and swaying in peace and joy, Coz I no longer have to fly. When she holds my hand, Courage wells in my heart, For she is my inspiration, Driving my each and every part, To strive for distinction, Even when we are miles apart. © Patolyer 2012

I dream, Of unfettered freedom and unbridled wisdom, Of true leadership untainted by fiefdoms and untouched by chiefdoms, Of economic empowerment and financial freedom, I dream, Of a better life for all.   © Patolyer 2012

I have a date for which I can't afford to be late, A date with destiny that I would love to hate, A dalliance with providence to open the gate, To future prosperity and secure my fate On each and every day my deeds are weighed, I must pay attention to avoid being swayed, By any distraction that blocks my way, To achieve my goals at the end of the day. For my date with destiny is one that I shall never waste, For it can never be undone or covered by a copy-paste, It is a daily affair of pure dedication and utmost haste, That determines the quality of my future tastes. © Patolyer 2012