two things about Loved
one ought to know ...
first
when one does compose
the mind itself does expose
and
second
when one ie another one
is read loved's mind is dead
and
face is red
with dread
foolish you
dumb guy
can't you see the open fly
the mind's eye
the metaphor ..
the refrain
the disdain ...
finally the pouring rain
and
now as you explain
the heat does all poets drain..
me too equally
and you?????
yes, it drains us all, my dear
Did you ever see the movie "Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb"?
The insane general extols the theory that we waste our precious bodily fluids, the same might be said of writing endless meaningless poetry, and be equally wrong.
Who knows?
generals are made ...as a consequence of good staff officers...
generals have one ability only
to DECIDE what !
poets are a class unto themselves
they create garbage,
like i do
and then generals of poetry....
like you
search gems,
if any
are you excluding me
from the race of poets?
how dare I
who am I ?
never ...
I love you as a poetic general ever
and always.....
if you like my work
I feel like flying in heaven
and how i wish i could swim too
but get breathless
like whilst composing poetry
for all of you..hahaahahaaaaaaaaaaa
I guess I'm being a bit oversensitive
My own composition rate has been woefully lacking,
but while I live there will be poetry, eventually.
the world will be poorer
the world will be
poorer without you
the founder member of neo
and
I assure myself
no one will ever take your place ever
you are the best critique by far....
the only one
who sees the nuances
but damn cares who the poet may be ....
over decades now i have been swimming
in shallow streams
to be elevated as a poet
I always dream
some day perhaps
someone will lay a wreath
and say
here lies a poet under rose’s reef
oh, dear Loved,
why do you need laurels?
Is it not enough to be a poet?
We know that none of us will make a fortune, most of us will never be read outside Neopoet or the internet, just to be heard is all I ask. Fame? Why? To me fame would take away from someone else, perhaps equally or more worthy but maybe with less self-promotional drive.
But then again I am a left-wing anarchist ratbag. I would just prefer that you let your poetry speak, without having to push it into other people's faces.
if i needed laurels only... and not give poetry its merit
do you think on all sites
I traverse in my anonymity
donating a few cents they throw at me
It's just a matter of poetry expression
I have read a few poems of Greater men ...Nobels ..
and
many of anonymous ones
who surpass the known ones
We walk this way but once ,
I am second to none ,
but like any other soul
I too will walk away
before anyone of you
and
even then you will never know
Loved!
Who?