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Who Holds My Key?

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Who Holds My Key?

 

Poetry it offers

A device for my mind

To trawl round inside me

Spill out what it finds

 

I give my mind freedom

Unleash it to go mine

And bring back to my keyboard

Which I type in and sign

 

Who controls this poetry?

Me? Or my mind?

Who controls my poems?

Even though I've signed

 

I let my mind do what it likes

But one thing we agree

No matter what it brings back

I'ts me who holds the key

 

 

Don Matthews July 2018

 

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Don Matthews

Thu 4th Oct 2018 08:48

Thankyou for your likes and all the comments it produced. I found it an interesting area to explore?

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 16:31

Don -
The human mind is compartmental
Like teeth and gums in matters dental!
One part comes up with its groove
While another tells the hand to move,
To set out what is thought about
Using that way that brought about
The reason for the "read me" action
That sees it join the poetry faction! ?

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Don Matthews

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 10:33

Keith

While I strive to be a free thinker and successful poet this has to be balanced with my 'acceptability' by society. I can't let my wild thoughts escape and run willy-nilly...Brian would have field day...

Don ?

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Don Matthews

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 10:26

Anya

Poems are born in the heart/mind whatever. Yes, some scream to be let out. But it is you who decides what to let out as words. You are in complete control of this, not you're heart/mind. If not, you're mind's controlling you. The 'devil made me do it' ... ?

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keith jeffries

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 09:25

Don,

Your poems begs an answer......you are a free thinker and in this lies your success as a poet.

Keith

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Don Matthews

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 09:10

Taylor

My reason behind this piece is we are responsible for what comes out, our actions etc. We may have all sorts of thought whirling around our head but we are the ones who decide what to let out. We control our minds outlet (or should), not vice versa. Some keys don't work as they should though...

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Don Matthews

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 08:59

While I be 10,000 miles away
Ya know why my mind is all gone?
That dark scary figure done scared it away
Yep, that dark scary one Maryon

You forgot my dear friends that we procreate
Our minds downunder despite being emptied
My mind it is thinking up new tricks already
(But as yet it can't think up an end-rhyme)

Oh, well... ?



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Taylor Crowshaw

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 08:56

Loved this poem Don...the idea that we hold the key..excellent. ?

<Deleted User> (18980)

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 08:38

We used the key
to open Don's mind
What did we find?
His mind had gone
Look on the bright side
We've still got Don

<Deleted User> (19836)

Wed 3rd Oct 2018 08:17

Great poem Don!?

I think poetry comes from the deepest part of the heart where our emotions lie dormant! The mind provides the pathway for those words to be ultimately written or spoken.

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