Simple Poetry

I am a simple poet,
I do not need big words,
to fill my heart,
with false pride.

My people are a common people,
they feel my heart,
and know my soul.

With love like this,
who needs to prove,
intelligence,
where tranquility,
is better shared?

The words of my heart,
are not simple concepts,
though written in words,
quite plain.

I bare them,
knowing as I do,
that one who speaks plainly,
is just as wise,
as one who speaks,
of complex things,
farther reached,
and higher placed,
then, these simple truths,
I examine,
and share.

Are the thoughts I have,
any less significant,
for having been,
examined by many before me?
Am I not also worthy,
of your high brow examination,
of my quiet,
and heartfelt truths?

Do my words not make you think,
and examine,
and wonder,
just as much,
as a piece of artwork,
hung in the finest,
of museums?

Are my thoughts on things,
we all feel,
and know,
and dream,
and ache for,
not just as worthy,
of honor,
and respect?

To you these are just poems.
A messing about with words.
Simple and clumsily placed.

To me they are a quilt,
of my life’s work,
my life’s hurt,
my hearts lessons,
my souls path,
my poets core,
my inner truths.

I am a simple poet,
but,I am a poet,
with something,
significant to say,
if you would, but,
stop to hear it.