I once read an article recommending that writers of prose should also write poetry to understand better rhythm and word choice. Makes sense to me. I’ve included some samples below. Enjoy!

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AMID THE BAZAAR

A stranger stood transfixed in awe,
Staring upon the vase of untold age.
“That one’s sorrow,” the shop keep said,
Acknowledging the young man’s gaze.
 
“Buy anything else. Everything else, but that.
You want to take it no more than I can bear to keep.”
His winding fingers pointed to the gilded etch,
Soldiers immortalized in ancient dream.
 
“‘It is dead,’ she said, and left me with it, alone.
I gave my all for this. My vim, my passion, and my love.
She said she’d not compete with
A thing so small and old and hard.”
 
“I have guarded and protected this matchless thing.
But what has it brought in requital?
No gratitude, only silent demand for my devotion.
Go on. I will not sell, for it is priceless.
But I will give the vessel.”
 
The merchant brushed the dust-thick jar
​And placed it in a box.
Leaving, the traveler enamored
Still of his good fortune,
Sensed not, nor understood the bartered pact.
He’d taken the leaden urn that made a slave of man.

SONG OF THE WEARY WAYFARER

Though travel I o'r vale and hill.
Through forestland and river flow.
I long for that quiet home.
While ever move I onward still,
 
And when the cold of winter sets,
May still my spirit’s fire burn.
Until those paths bring my return.
Through pain and suffering, travel on.
 
May fields and hearth remain the same.
Move still my soul with solemn rise,
The sod, my feet, trod once again.
Let paths lead back from whence they came.

MAKE LIFE LOUD

It’s a hot cup of coffee
On an early morning drive
It’s a rolled down window
With your hair in your eyes
It’s a little peace and quiet
When you need some time to think
It’s live band playing
When you give your girl a kiss!
 
Chorus:
Make it loud
Make it free
Let the rhythm and music
Make you sing along with me
Make life loud
Jump to the beat
Let the rhythm and music
Make you sing along with me
 
It’s a pirate flag flying,
And eating crabs beneath.
It’s a breathtaking sunset
On a day at the beach.
It’s a street entertainer
Doing a magic trick.
It’s the car stopped next to you
Turning up the mix.
 
Bridge:
 I know it's not all roses,
And I know it's not all stars.
There's a million things that hurt us,
And leave as many scars.
There's so much good around us,
And happiness is a choice
So choose with me to live it,
And with me  to lift your voice.