contrary to common belief
poets are not
sad overly sensitive high strung creatures,
but rather quite hard, and raw, and real
facing head on:
the pitiful
the loathsome
the wicked
the sordid
as well as the
the exquisite
the inexplicable
and phantasmagoric
tough guys, (and the broads too)
taking heat
for opinions
anathema to
any and all
prevailing tides
Kerouac, Bukowski
Whitman, or Tapper.
they ain't no push-overs,
and don't forget the rappers
I guess there are some good
pouting poets
mumbling about
...walking in the rain, sullen, and all that
but I do know for certain
that they are not the
monumental breed
long live the iconoclasts
I
Like that you put us lowly scribblers so high on the pedestals lol. Maybe some CAN live up to this poem..........stan
Stan
I posted this as a blog because so many of my pieces are so close to prose (they just look like poetry)
and this seemed a little too close to that line...but I guess it could still be called a poem. now that I can reflect on the proposition.
Oh! I can envision monuments to "Stan, The Woodland Poet", but as happens to many, probably well after you're around to enjoy them.
just another of the great injustices of life!
Hi Al,
Love this ... no suggestions, just a
tip o the hat.
hey Richard
very much appreciated.
thanks
I miss seeing more of your work
you are always interesting and fun to read
Wow! oh, wow!
That's high company you put me in, mate.
Thankyou.
But what you say is true, the sensitive ones tend to be snowflakes under the blowtorch of scrutiny.
Now you'll need to grow some
Now you'll need to grow some more hair to cover an acute case of swollen head
or buy a new hat.
Just saying, I admire your stuff, your spunk, and your gruff
later,
This is pure poetry
and I absolutely love it.
Well said that man.
Jx
and I am absolutely delighted
and I am absolutely delighted
thank you Jane