MY REAL NAME and WHAT A BIRD REALLY FEELS --2 Poems by CHRISTOPHER AMSTERDAM
56My friends, my family, my fans, all people; here are 2 more of my poems I wrote. I hope you enjoy these 2 with some thought and laughter.
Poetry is expression of emotion; it is what we see, what we hear, what we feel, what we empathize with, what we want to point out, and who we are, in thought and in the physical. Poetry is everywhere and in some places, nowhere.
I hope you enjoy and continue to support Art, myself, Christopher Amsterdam, and yourself as we ALL continue this poetic journey called "Our Life".
As always, with Love, Respect, Honor, and Peace; Christopher Amsterdam
"MY REAL NAME"
I spoke to a bloak, yapped with a chap,
gamed to a dame, without using my real name.
An alias is better, it is so much more fun,
last night I was Tom Chan, today Peter Gunn.
Right now I'm Bobby Atlas while living up fame,
sometimes I get lost in all of my own names.
I love to be different, I love to be on the run,
PLUS, I really can't remember what my birth name truly was.......
"WHAT A BIRD REALLY FEELS"
In thought, I wonder if the bird's flight is over-stood?
For I know I would truly fly; If I could?
On mechanical machines of man-made imitation,
I am no way "one", with the take offs inclination.
More separate than together, still yearning for real,
highly improbable, almost impossible; to know what a bird really feels!
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