Poetry

[tectak]

The birth of poetry-a bodily function,
the building pressure of a sneeze

as birthing a child, a slow and painful
process of anticipation

or the dreamy, enticing excitement of a love-lust tryst
exploding into orgasm, release beyond all reason

in the final thrust of a jouster's lance
that bleeds out victory on the ground

The poet-that wretched soul
destined for greatness
or for death?

imbibes in painful truth
and gives us it's beautiful device

Hello,
This is jolly good. It is short on inessentials and makes excellent use of inventive metaphor. It also makes inventive use of the dash...which is not so good. I would also question your use of "imbibes". I think you are getting it confused with "resides" But here it comes...you have decided, through lack of ability or lack of concern, to dispense with grammar to a very large degree. This false freedom leads to abandon.
The last two lines just go to show what can happen under such liberation. Is it a sentence? Is it a clause? Is it a paragraph? No. It is an unnecessary stab at a committed ending. You failed to realise the the penultimate stanza was/is not a question....and so you foolishly answered it. Needs looking at.
I note that you have been writing poetry for many years and this shows to your greater glory...but could I respectfully suggest that you read your work out loud, more often.
Best,
tectak