Maximo Dale

I indite tales so I can tell;
All my musings and what I feel.
To ease the burden in my head;
'Tis hefty laden if concealed.

The cup of thoughts are overflowed;
To play with words is same as art;
For wasted words turns to regret;
And such fine art can quench a heart.

I write my thoughts so I may know;
I'm not alone in mine own thoughts;
Some might relate so they'll affirm;
Might I did lack? thus wit I sought.

I indite poems for I desire;
To trust myself with I observe;
For what my feeble knees can do?
At least a hand in words can serve.

I write in rhymes for this I know;
That longer readings make you tired;
For rhyming sounds might make regale;
cause the readers to be inspired.

Bless the hearts who would fain allow;
Welcome me into world of thoughts;
This road is long, I only walk;
I might be daunted, not I ought.

I thank the hearts with open doors;
Who appreciate my endeavors;
Though I care not, for I want is;
To boost my skills while not waste works.

I thank the hearts that won't look down;
With their intimidating face;
And made a laugh of one's try and;
Compare a sprouting to their tastes.

I'd love to meet certain new friends;
Adroit in words and with keen eyes;
For how can I improve a skill;
With no assessment of a wise?

This cup of mine though filled with thoughts;
The taste is mostly undefined;
I'd gladly pour them to be filled;
With golden wits and brew it fine.

Forgive the syntax of this lad;
For with "this tongue" I was not born;
I'm just compelled to find a way;
To learn "this tongue" and to adorn (it)

Forgive if meters are unmatched;
At times need creativity;
Forgive the lack of allusion;
Forgive the lack of imagery;

Pray read enjoy my taste in words;
For I will strive to do my best;
And sweeping up to my success; (in improving my English vocabulary)
And put myself to a good test.

Maximo Dale