fly above my dark/dull
bald skull
it's now difficult
but to cull
old age devours us
gradually
yes
but surely
your poetry levels
soar
beyond where eagles
fly galore
and
by composing like you
I dare not bore
else for my aging malady
there is no cure
I tell every one
I am a bore
they can now only smell
my words
a poet I am of lure
I don't conceal myself
as I am
no poet
any more
or am I still
do tell
But except him!!!
who will the cat bell
Comments
Lovedly
Lovedly
you are no bore
And you're poetry
(Of this I'm sure)
most others
Do adore
in old age like beggars.. moderna today ..all poets seek arms
In old age
like beggars.. moderna today ..
all poets seek arms
not alms
to hold out that they are human
clap, clap!
We all must learn
to laugh at ourselves first
then alone we can attain salvation
if there is a need to
so at the zenith of time
when all are asleep
don't weep
hold your horses yourself and smile
and
say how happy
am I today
this humour will also pass away
as does old age
So many poets here must know
we all are on an equal footing
some may be a step ahead
some forward looking
and
you help my narcissism
Sir
by your lovely poetic dialogue
You alone pass
a universal message
what I wanted to
but now I can only thank you
my salutes
O poet to you!
Don't think of yourself as not a poet.
It does you no justice. Interesting free verse and you know it.
I like your version
of enforcement
of confidence
in one who is
yes
a smaller poet
of neopoet
thanks Snow man
you are like friend
Stan
I (only) know free verse
since birth
decades gone by
Niagara Falls
fell
that anyone can tell