If I knew how to write poetry
I would hold it close to me
I would shout; CHECK THIS OUT
Boastingly
I would take my time
to make it shine
Appropriately

If I knew how to rhyme correctly
I'd lean my back against a palm tree
Head between my knees
Like a poet
Thinking of a thought that moves me
Waiting for the wind to blow it
Listening to the wind
Whispering in my ear
"Go for it"

If I knew how to be a Poet
I know I would just blow it
Like the wind that blew the poet
Only completely unprepared
Because these words just fell out the air
From the whole in my pocket and landed
Right here

At your door
On your floor
I attest

Sorry for the mess

no if's for you, you are a man of words!

"If I knew how to be a Poet
I know I would just blow it"


Great line...yup, most times it's best to just go with your flow, with what you know, whatever that is

clean up on aisle 3!!!

enjoyed it...

d4tc just blew in from the windy sea

Words on our floor we're supposed to adore
left by a poet who blew in from the shore
his head twix his knees
his lyrics in keys
his libido suspended from a flying trapeze

Swinging his words at the end of noose
in a morbid attempt to try to seduce
using the wind as a bogus excuse
as he slobbers what's left of his coconut juice

Words dripping from air through his bottomless pouch
feigning that he's just a rhapsodic slouch
boasting his verse won't be used as a grouch
but the reader who reads it can't help but yell, "Ouch!"

He's contrite for the mess where his words lay asunder
his poetry crashed like bolt of great thunder
and now he considers with horrified wonder,...
Will anyone notice his chaotic blunder?

Abra (6/28/08)

Great poem D4 I like it and very cool follow up Abra

"CHECK THIS OUT"

that's what I do everytime I've seen you've written.

Thanks for all the replies.

Man Abra! I love your piece! Kind of a chip on the shoulder write. I don't think anyone could have done this better.




The only part I disagree with was horrified wonder. That was the only incoherent fabrication. Coincidently, In all honesty, that was favorite line.

I have been writing poetry off and on for twelve years. Other then a few personal poems I have written for soem people, I have not ever put my writing up to the public test. Even if no one liked my poetry I would still be my biggest fan. I write;


If you don't like me now,
You will not like me,
If you like me now,
You will get burned out later,
Like a candle wick,
Being muzzled,
Snuffed out,
Left smoking

But me,
I will always be my greatest fan,
Honestly,
That's what really matters to me,
Everything else is incentive,
Poured out,
Lit by your Inspiration,
Fueling my fire,
Running toward the wind,
Still burning,
Still hot,
Uncloaked,
Falling down,
Getting up,
Repeat this,
Over and over,
Until I release,
Satisfaction,
Squeezing,
Masturbation out,
Graciously content within,
Still burning,
Still hot,
Still,
Running toward the wind,
Still finding happiness,
Within

That's it in a nutshell.


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Well, then there's this too,...



Whatever it takes.

Just keep doing what you've always have done. Write from your heart and the things you know about!!!

Yepppp Ditto

"If I knew how to be a poet"....
Dictionary: poet (pō'ĭt)

Dictionary n. Poet

A writer of poems.
One who is especially gifted in the perception and expression of the beautiful or lyrical.

Methinks...you fall...under the deinition my friend...