You Call That Poetry?
Oh My
Oh My
(c)2013 Bob
Atkinson
give it one
more shot
simple
benefit of doubt
sally to our
Center
to see what
Poetry's about
all hoopla
rides their banter
quick and
slickly shown
a presentation
of quality touch
to show
us how it's done
he teaches that master's program
fine art of
languages good and great
lets students
wait for him to speak
comes
not quickly out the gate
here to read
his poetry book
upon which
his ego thrives
that self
appointed guiding light
of deep oceans
and large tides
none of these
words harmonious
no flow of
thought he makes
no point in
his dissertation
no desire to
emotions elevate
those 18
stoic faces written
about such an
event of long ago
turned into
two-fifty students
were told
they had to go
he must have
been a failed preacher
learned from
the seminary techniques
droned on and
on into infinity
no thoughts
in words he spake
was like a
moving stopwatch
hanging on a
golden chain
could see the
implementation
of hypnotic
techniques again
emotions grew
within me
those
emotions of disgust
as he threw
my genre' to the dogs
kept respect
with his language not
thought I
heard a statement
cuss word,
had he just read?
there again
twice repeated
four letter
word of sin
"one
more and we're outta here
can't stand
what he presented"
there it was,
"I'm finished
can't take no
more of this
his reading's senseless!"
the cuss
words eliminate
any chance of
PK-12 inclusion
in usage of
these writings
becomes just
useless musings
so to those
who profess
with airs and
pretense made
without profound perception
of why we
think with brains
I say with deep
conviction
as Wordsworth
said to Lucy
"...
Poetry, dear should be written
as with
normal conversation ..."
else it's not the stuff
of legend
as with
Plato, Homer and Baudelaire
this stuff of
smell begets disgust
and
frustration for those who care
Poetry in its
strongest form
those
emotional words of note
lives
through generations
to inform and
excite the folks
thus holding a tight bond
between people of today's events
with those not yet born or living
until hundreds of years away
how we feel about our times
and our history we elaborate
all connected to our descendents
through stories of our mind's state
this is Poetry's legacy
Poem: MFA, CW
thus holding a tight bond
between people of today's events
with those not yet born or living
until hundreds of years away
how we feel about our times
and our history we elaborate
all connected to our descendents
through stories of our mind's state
this is Poetry's legacy
Poem: MFA, CW
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