Poems For Planets: Mercury 

You are first to brace that brazen heat and hold your orbit true. You dare to mingle so closely with the seed of a Titan…

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The Solar system, like everything else, is fuel for creative outlet. It can tell story upon story, with angles, stories and legacies tied to every part that has a hand in building the system. This lovely trail of planets starts off with Mercury. For Mercury, mi primera planeta, I dedicate a prose poem.

Mercury, Hermes!

This I write for you!!

 

All is clear now. For all the fire in you, I see why the merchants favor you. Your favor has granted them service so fortifying and fortunate it has doubled the coin that aids their keep. How we bundle and build a bounty of riches has so much to be owed to you.

The intricacies of trickery are the secrets song of which you are bard. The timbre of tall tells, the tone of truth has you in its sinews.

You are first to brace that brazen heat and hold your orbit true. You dare to mingle so closely with the seed of a Titan and tell so well of what is built from Olympus. You speak so as we may eat from the fruits of knowledge. Sealing in a sweet garden the nectar, that on winged foot, is trickled to the ear of those that need it most.

From the first note to the last you know to lead from the lighted world to the shadows depth. Along that narrow trail that tracks to the black you offer guidance. When all has lost its stay with the light, to Pluto and Hades you lead. The far reaches of plutos face and hades’ shade are no strange terrain to you.

B.N

Under Estimated

The platform is set, my art forms neglect

is less heart warming, more shards storming my respect.

It’s expected for me to fail, flail wildly in a breeze,

crash in higher classes, slumber in cold debris.

The cold in its degree revolutionises my hustle

so strength of word supersedes physical muscle

I’ll smile at neigh sayers, when they pay us, “the fallen”

through troughs we peak, creep, seeking our true calling.

Who sees the hours mauling, at the writers brick walling?!

Axe and pick scrawling to breath, break a holding!!

Suffocated in a genre that’s been judged from the start,

I crafted my lexicon so they can call it an art,

I don’t ask to be admired, just acknowledged as here

amongst strangers, as much as my closest of peers.

Abolish the fear! quick! So we can storm from the rear

produce a product validating the thorns that we wear.

I wasted time, paced my mind, just to taste that lime …. light!!

Taken the heat, forged my mind so in time I shine … bright

It’s not charity I seek, no, I ask that we repeat

the same respect for fine art, to what is thrown to a beat

the public are narrow viewed, so in gallows we cue

left hung waiting for a simple chance to be viewed

I’d lend my eyes so you can see as I view its true deliverance

Hip Hop the rain drop to feed famines of ignorance