Lamping Along


The gods gave me a candle, the gods made me a lamp
They said, " Boy you need to keep it lit in a world so cold and damp."
As I was rather young upon my day of being born
Never spoke a single word yet swear that I had sworn,
To find a missing thread of light and travel all the ways
Wherever Love might lead me go like a needle goes with thread
And sew a pattern so divine to last me all my days
Now and then people tell me NO time to earn your daily bread
That never puts me down low, I learned to read that stamp
The gods gave me a candle, the gods made me a lamp.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-11 at 00:36

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Chaucer Whethers
Thanks to Nabeela

Thanks to Night Soul
2014-02-11


Nabeela Altaf
This is deep. Good job!
2014-02-11


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for the spark of inspiration:)

Phoenix sarcasm and Diogenes flame

My truth became a joke Diogenes
Like your lamp in broad daylight
I 've created a nickname:
"Born yesterday"
But that will be a lie and sarcasm
Until it happens again - what defines me
It's like when you give meaning to that lamp
of yours . . . not only when it's needed and if
it can keep the flame alive
2014-02-11