Publishers paying for poetry,
Money for jam.
And if we strike it rich we could buy a Christmas ham.
Poetry is for losers, as least, I would agree.
Focused on image, found in self conceit.
Poetry of life, gathering the dust,
Awaken from your slumber,
Let your word erupt...
The forces of nature are written in their songs...
The race is not to the swift...
The battles not yet done.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2023 02:48
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I’m on your side, but, who exactly are we battling?
Spiritual forces within ourselves?
Hmmm, now this is a compliment ,
Isn’t there a Bugs Bunny cartoon to that effect ?
Good write Bugs, erm, 2781.
What's up doc?
The battle is not done, indeed!👍
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