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Grinch
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0 posted 2007-10-03 06:21 PM



I saw the name of poet pinned upon my foolish hand
And heard the call for tomes of rhyme and wrote upon demand.
At first headstrong, with rush of fevered blood my pen did fly
And never once considered wrong the many reasons why.

My rambles, for that’s what they are and will forever be,
Were wrote in haste and little taste and lacking quality,
To elicit adulation for my poetic art,
Not taking time to read the words that play so big a part.

I wrote of tears from crocodiles, that made them blind to see,
The poet I that hid behind this lowly fool me.
I penned great exaltations of failed love and tears of pain,
Of elephants and lovers but wrote them all in vain.

I stood and watched and waited for the praise upon my quill,
A murmur here a gesture there and I am waiting still.
I failed to read the words I wrote, believed the myth I wove,
Found trash where I believed I’d wrote poetic treasure-trove.

No poets’ name could hang with ease upon this rambling fool,
Whose only skill in rhyme and verse is breaking every rule.
Iambic pentameter from this dullard’s pen? Count none,
A poet I could never be and never shall be one.

I now reside within this tomb of hope and ask of you,
Great architects of poems please, reflect on what I do
And let me learn the secrets of your skillful craft and art,
With practice and with guidance I may glean some little part.

"We are all atheists about most of the gods that societies have ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further."

Richard Dawkins

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serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738

1 posted 2007-10-03 10:44 PM


always always elegant and eloquent, you.

It's pearls before swine
a drop in the wine
the bursting grape vine
is tendrilling sweet
crossing the green toward me in my white
eyelet of shadows in cast on my eyes
hoping to find the reprise in the night:
I polish the glasses refracting your light.

(I just sang that.)



I may have wrote it too, I dunno.

I just wanna know if you lay eggs--can I cook with 'em?



Always eloquent, always elegant. (<--reprise)

Now.


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