I AIN’T NO POET: the sketches of me.

Look,I am no poet

I just love being quiet

When all else seems so abrupt

And nothing else seems to bake

Or maybe someone started an earthquake.

In such barsack moments

There is peace in torrents

So hard to find in respondents

Yet well hid within quotients

And layered safely among patience.

So in my quiet and lost trails

Amidst turmoil and broken rails

Do I pull back within the frail

Deserted persona hidden within sail.

In that beat up and energy all pent up

I find no poet’s energy supped up

With lethagy and shoulders slumped up

Yet fingers itch to write upBroken words in chaos glued up.

Yes I am no ardent poet I just find peace among turmoil

Though I wish my tail I could coil

And all my words remain frail.

I mean still I ain’t no poet

But with the world around all wild and crazy

When I find myself in frenzy

And it wasn’t me but you all fussy

Wouldn’t you hide behind pen and paper

And come up with sketches that tapper

All edges and leave you to conquer

Still I said am ain’t no poet.

Just a simple sketcher with pen and paperI am PePa.


40 thoughts on “I AIN’T NO POET: the sketches of me.

      1. Screaming! Literally,I love that…
        If only we had a reason
        But then what would be the fun in it
        For joy is derived from nonsensical things
        Just like this post that has no meaning
        Or sense to it but still we write and read on
        If only we could put a Tag to joy
        Then it would mean nothing at all
        So hell yah please Tag me along.


      2. Trust me, I’m not so little. I’m a bit too tall πŸ˜‚ it’s morning? Afternoon? It’s 2 pm so I don’t really know πŸ˜‚ The hot part. The middle east πŸ˜‚ Morning or afternoon to you as well! Where should I deliver my greetings to, Pepa? 🌝🌞🌏🌍🌎

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      3. Tall like 5’7 and still growing taller πŸ˜‚. Oooh interesting. And that’s impressively specific. I think we have the same time zone thingy. New paint or what?


      4. I’ll have you know that I highly dislike summer. I love winter when the rain is drizzling and pattering strongly on the windows and a gale is invading your body. If you’re hot, you can’t take off your clothes exactly πŸ˜‚ but if you’re cold, you can just put on more layers, if you are able to.

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