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My Poetry

My Poetry

 

 

Poetry is a bug in my ear

It requires my participation

It goads me to get off my rear

And see to the situation

 

A little rhyme stills my mind

And the high leaves me drowsy

It is a reward for the words I find

Even when the poem is lousy

 

I try to write the best I can

But I sometimes publish too soon

I squander the chance to be grand

With a ditty out of tune

 

Sometimes I crave good comments

And the likes of many others

It is a sad little event

When my genius goes undiscovered

 

I enjoy the poetry community

And enjoy being part of a group

It brings out the best in me

And keeps me in the loop

 

I sometimes get writer’s block

When I cannot find the words

It’s then that I scribble a lot

With gibberish about a bird