No
Poet
(c)2013 Bob
Atkinson
saw a trailer
on TV
a party at
somebody's castle
in NY, where
money flows
OP's that is,
nothing anchored
fellow asked
the beauty what
she did in
life, that small talk stuff
said to him
in sincere tone
"I'm a
Poet," he winced, groaned
asked again
same question there
"a
Poet, yes," she replied with airs
"hmmm...."
he said and pondered this
what this
meant escaped his head
his thoughts
raced back to a phrase
he'd read on
somebody else's page
".....a
Poet, huh ... what does that mean?
A Poet, lady
are you just dreaming?
who told you
this
your P.O. or
your lawyer
your barber
or dog's groomer
or, your
fortune teller Roma?"
taught CW for
years at U
doesn't mean
you're stuff's not goo
saw some
words written such
five "the's"
in two lines of muck
no purpose in
those lines of junk
just 'azure
skies,' the older stuff
fuzzy words
on a stained page
nothing good,
simple ego raging"
so, you're a
Poet, huh?
what does
that mean?
simply put,
it's in your dreams
Poets lift
our world above
by helping us
survive the lust
it's something you do
not who you are
it's part time musings
not to the bar
not a title bequeathed by blood
just a simple labor of love
it's something you do
not who you are
it's part time musings
not to the bar
not a title bequeathed by blood
just a simple labor of love
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