Meteorite

Comet, fast at last, Here!
Hidden from the storm,
Fires in the House of Glory,
Cards prepared to win.

Memphis, Minos, Minus,
Just another rhyme,
When you drop that dime,
Kidding or not!

Won that space and time
Destructive by force,
Concrete with desire,
Comes with fire!

Broken into pieces
There is no need.
For you to fuss or kid!
Time has gone, like a meteorite!

-to Jean Jones the consecrated poet of the “dark angel of death” from the far-land of Indonesia.
I wrote and dedicated this poem “Meteorite” because as I come to understand your beautiful world of literature and poetry, I also discover myself within your poems, writing. You have been an inspiration for me, something that, gives me great knowledge, experiences and choices to be made in the future. With much admiration for your work.

Sebastian in his own words:
"I come from a family of writers, (my grandfather, Panait Popescu, published the novel: "LIMPING FOOL" (in Romanian "Mascariciul Shiop") in the '70s.

My parents are English/French/Romanian teachers and both of them speak the Roman's languages. I come from a family where good & proper notion of education includes extended writing in Romanian and later on in life English.

I learned English when I was 14, but did not speak fluently until I turned 17. I adore the language, because it is very grammatically structured, and I consider English as a noble country's world wide speaking language.

My love for poetry started when I was 13 years old, I fell in love, and started to write my sincere compliments through love letters in verse. I love the girls, and wanted to give them flowers & poetry, and they loved it too."

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