This a tribute to poets of all ages, sexes, races and color, I want to thank in particular Roxi St Clair who developed this site and has inspired
so many of us to be as creative as we could be and sharing our work here among fellow poets. Roxi is a magnificent poet and penned it so well.
“Poetry is not just the writing of words in lines and verse, form and meter or using device. It is more than that. It isn’t just sitting under a tree reading words from a long dead hand. It is in essence a connection of heart and soul between poet and reader. The reading is just as important as the writing. That is what The Undead Poet’s Society is about. Sharing as readers and poets.” Roxi St Clair
Undead Poets Society Forevermore:
Too many a scribe who fetches from distant shores,
a sconce and listens awhile, the sea unfolds great wonders,
the sirens from the deep are heard, the poet knows too well,
the secrets it offers up.
Long dead poets come to life newness is breathed into their
long stilled lungs, no one forgets them, though they sleep
forevermore in graves created too early for some and others
long awaiting its grasp to drag them to hell and back,
never forgotten yet lifted up by many of us today.
Man has created verse throughout the Universe, its silence has
never been stilled, the words of poets echo throughout the
corridors of castles, churches, parliaments and learned places.
On many a road twisted and less travelled, in back lanes, shops
brothels and jails, the poet dwelled. Many alone in the darkness,
mad with passion and inspiration they could not be silenced,
a prisoner locked away to be forgotten, yet they managed to
scratch their verse to surface and be transcribed for all generations
to enjoy, the Marquis left his mark, erotica was born and
for many it adorned from Kings and Queens to the young ones
reading secretly behind their chamber doors.
Poetry can not be shut out, its ashes though buried with authors
of long ago, it rises up and comes forth through others it finds
and enabling the Muses left to carry on and seek the poets who
open their souls and hearts to receive them, many will do so, others
will wish they could, struggling to bend a verse or two they leave
in rhyme, yet failing to stir the hearts of man-kind.
Vincent Moore 2014