While deciding to devote this specific contribution
To the art of dedication
And the craft of reproducing
Or rather the reproduction
When debating the construction
Of a lyrical seduction
Relying on the minds deduction
Well deducing Mr. Watson
Watching singles play there prose
Positioning themselves to mingle
To and from is how it goes
So instead of strictly drafting
The challenge here is more in crafting
For while the intro may have happened
Continuation leads to tacking
On a couple lines in hurry
To make the owner of this story
More than the one that called a start
Yet rather all who those who took a part...

(My experiment is to challenge a continuation reply to all those who take the time to read this piece, run with it, and have fun...)

In the glory of the moment
Unto thee we cast atonement
Of the writer of these words
Who never asked to be famous
But who is and don't blame us
Because we listen to his lyrics
And become a little hysteric

very nice....welcome to the site and the forum....

And even with hysteric tendencies
The The plight surrounding Italy
Is similar in estimates
And more than just a kin you see
While missing consonant
Both welcomes to the site and scene
It's both a pleasure and a challenge
To continue with this thing...

And even with hysteric tendencies
The The plight surrounding Italy
Is similar in estimates
And more than just a kin you see
While missing consonant
Both welcomes to the site and scene
It's both a pleasure and a challenge
To continue with this thing...


Upon first thought I was elated
To try and continue what you created
Then I realized that art has but one artist
Your words are powerful, it is impossible to continue this
So in my futile efforts of trying to mimic your mastery
I leave an abstract poem that possesses secrets of me
The stroke of pen, like the painters brush, I craft thoughts in colorful hues
Reds, yellows, and various shades of blue
For there is love and light
Sadness and strife
So welcome LoversLyricist to Poems and Creative writing,
Now, whose next to try and continue this thing?

continue this i must
it's a test of ones creativity
if i don't press on i will bust
a beautiful work of longevity
for many minds to mold together
a poem never ending
floating like a feather
down a hole it keeps descending
never to find a resting place
everyone watches it pass
with a look of awe on their face
at what we have done to creat this mass

While definite, the awe I feel
It's only kin the works reveal
And then conceal
The shades and hues
The scarlet reds
And azul blues
Or rhythmic blues
If timing true
For what
Once lost
Is found
Anew
Recant the vibe
For those who do...
Persist, pursue
And fight on to
Continue...