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Aye, there’s the rub, says me, you see
‘Cos what I write is poetry
Not truisms and tricky bits
For folks to quote with borrowed wits
So they might feel their stature’s grown
Without an effort of their own.
A poet lives his life alone
A penitent who must atone
For sins of thought and social gaffes
Of telling riffs they’re really raffs
Defiling thrones, defacing coins
And planting feet in lofty groins.
No flowered verse on greeting card
Will pass this pen; no arse of lard
Shall rule me. Not the poppest vox
Will talk me into such a box
Aye, there’s the rub, ‘tis poetry
That’s destined me to poverty.
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PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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I can't believe how rude you can make things sound, madam!
(*sloppy kiss*)
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The delimma: how to pay someone back for their help with your poetry when all you can ever think to say is 'wow! you're the master poet of all master poets' or 'nice'
I can say that I have never considered using 'riffs' and 'raffs' or some other slang words in my poetry but seeing how clear the point was taken in my mind convinces me of their validity. You've done a great job as always. The only thing I could say critically is ignorant people have to google a lot when they read you're poetry
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You've been googling me? I did wake up quite sore, come to think of it.
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i did a poem called perchance to dream
as well. mine was all mushy gushy cliche though
not a garret rant
liked it lots
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i'm gonna second the Suess here. wonderful flow, unfortunate truths, fun to read! (as it should be I suppose)
Written only for you to consider.
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Cheers lads
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Well, the time has come to crit Leanne, as she herself would wish.
Speak the truth, you churlish sycophants! It is too long, or
Else too short; for compliments she does not fish
And she'll be pleased to hear your honest yeoman chorus of:
(White space) It's pants!
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Pants indeed! With holes in, of course.
Still, I forgive any compliments (while still welcoming insults) in "for fun" -- elsewhere, well, that's another story
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Pants with holes of course, and stinky and blue
Not for the Novitiate, it really isn't you
But mild is good and will satisfy the hunger
For polite abuse-- felt by -- it's true--
Our affineur Cheesemonger.
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Although I may moulder and ripen, be sure
Uncurdled by acid, I'll never mature
So up off your lipids and rub in some salt
Lest all of us languish in some stinky vault
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