Egos abound in the world of art
some think they have no peers
I have news for you, my pretty fool
Egos have no place between the ears
Just to respond to job well done
won't require much
You're smart, it's true, but know that you
will lose out, being out of touch
Rhyming schemes sure can be hard
I know it's true
I don't flaunt it, I've got it
But then, I am not like you
Drop your work somewhere else
See it float
Shitty attitudes do
You've got a sinking boat
Comments
hmmm....
sounds like somebody's ego pissed you off. now back to the poem. The rhyme scheme you have used can be a hard one to carry out. It makes the meter even more important (ME????about to lecture on meter? lmao. Let me see if I can give some ideas on how the meter can be helped a bit :
Egos abound in the world of art
some think they have no peers
I have news for you, my pretty fool
Egos have no place between the ears
To not respond to job well done
never requires much
You're smart, it's true, but know that you
will lose out, being out of touch
Rhyming schemes sure can be hard
This I know is true
I don't flaunt it, I understand
But then, again I am not like you
Drop your work somewhere else
See it splash and float
Crappy attitudes usually do
You've got a stinking boat
I hope this poem isn't directed my way
Absolutely not...
Yes, it does have something to do with someone's ego pissing me off. The rhyme scheme is supposed to be one of a descending order:
Nine, six, nine, nine
Eight, five, eight, eight
Seven, four, seven, seven
Six, three, six, six
Thank you for the excellent job of fixing my rhyme scheme, but it is purposefully done this way.
Look for the person that has gotten lots of praise for their work, and not even bothered to send a thank you.
~ Geez.
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dear Geezer,
what I have to say, cannot be said here. but I am feeling the same. look for a p.m.
*hugs, from "us" Cat
Geeeeee
are you directing it at me
Noooooo...
You always reply and comment, when someone comments or critiques! .
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HIGH GEE
You do me relieve
my hearts been thumping still
and
now I've been holding it
lest it killed me stone still
I am now back home
my heart is well
my voice stable
my lungs filled with air
O friendly Gee
how you strugglers help
God yours be with you
thank him on my behalf too
will you
I am sorry...
that you were perturbed by my rant. I realize now that it is/was very unprofessional of me. I should be better than this! I beg the pardon of my fellow poets. ~ Geezer.
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nothing wrong with a good rant
It clears the air and can even result in a good poem
dear hot-blooded friend...
there is nothing too forgive. you are entitled to your feelings. we love and respect you!
*hugs, Cat
Oh Boy
Well I hope that I am not the object of your ire.
I guess that’s why we write,
Words are softer than fists
But you can still level people
With a well timed phrase
Tim
Nope...
not you. ~ Geez.
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NOW SAY
WHO
Glad it's not me :)
Nothing wrong with venting. Hopefully, the right person read and got the hint.