My poems: poor, pretentious pulp in piles,
pretenders, masquerading sheets with smiles,
composed of cant by calm capricious sea,
reflective rhymes run off from mouth of me:
a raw, retarded writer on the rocks,
who weaves his witty words and hopes he shocks
his former friends, who all have robbed him blind
of real respect and treated him unkind.
My poems, plucked as rib from Adam's side,
share shape and soul with Eve, who sought to hide,
when she'd succumbed to hiss of Satan’s snake.
Then slept with sin, which made her poor heart ache,
like heart of mine, from literary toil,
with poems pressed, compressed like spring in coil,
which you could read, if you were of a mind;
be curious, or if not, just be kind!
My poems, penned to please, may piss you off,
stick in your throat, sometimes, and make you cough,
like allergy’s distasteful monkey nut,
which from poetic diet, you can cut!
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Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: concerning my piss-poor poems...
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Comments6
This is the dilemma each of us poets will experience on several occasions. Self doubt and ridicule come to us. What worth is there in my writings I ask myself.
At those times i reason that my writing is a kind of self help or therapy for a troubled mind.
Whatever the reason, you express it well here.
Thank you. You put into plain words what I was agonising about in my poor poem. Writing is deffo a self-help and therapy. When all else fails, I turn to churning out my rhymes. I think it helps me. Again, your support has helped, thank you.
Most of us write for ourselves, but we hope someone else appreciates, or at least is shocked by, our work. I am truly pleased to have encountered this tight, intriguing little declaration.
Many thanks J. Truly appreciate your comments. My life line!
Gail Goodwin's "The watcher at the gate" know him well. Good write, Kevin.
A tad harsh on oneself, writing as a pretend upper class snob: (lol)
Bit harsh there; old chap, what? Tally ho, you're not such a bounder! heehee.
We all struggle in putting words to paper but we do it to please ourselves and hopefully the odd one will please others. Keep going Kevin, yours are fine.
Andy
No worries - go for it....
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