I am an eternal scribe with inspiration in my tank

I paint pictures with words for better or worse

The whole wide world is my canvas blank

A complicated intriguing man of intricate verse

My Celtic heritage for my blarney I have to thank

Mostly I am upbeat but then again terse

We are all in it together no order or rank

Writing is a blessing and sometimes a curse

The pen is mightier than the sword to be frank

Hey all you poets take the time to converse

If you have something to say don’t draw a blank

Write out loud you are a poet and proud