Incendiary Saturday

Incendiary Saturday one of the most joyful day in #summer_serenade. A day full of fun, joy and happiness. So it’s a necessary to go and get some fun. Maybe hang out with friends or go to concert or even a club. Because as used to know Saturday is that day to relax and to drop all your doings till tomorrow or next Monday. Today is a perfect day to do something dumb or just procrastinate. Well all you need today is just having fun.

Firehouse was lighting up the sea. And the sky was enveloped up with a spurts of flame. Only sails and sea were calm.

A poet’s breast within me beats
Beats heart and something I call soul that leaps
Charges, races, racing, finds its feet
Drags me, joyful, joy-filled, from my seat!

Elevating common prose
For pleasures sake, each poet knows,
Gains by use of tools as those
He would at length I’m sure disclose

If payment were perhaps an ear
Just for a moment lent to hear
Keenly offered verse— or beer,
Loved by poets too, I fear.

Most often those who are unwise
Negate the poet’s enterprise
Out of their need to criticize
(Perhaps within their misery lies)

Quite certain they must find a fault
Regardless of the somersaults
Some poets do to try and halt
Those who, in the name of help, assault.

Unless you’ve written words as these—  
Verses made and meant to please
With just a little work to tease
Xenia* coaxed from a’s and z’s

Your day lacks all that razzmatazz—as
Zest for verse—and all that jazz.

Kevin J Taylor

Author: Olga Muza

Professional consultant in the field of art business.

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