Still trying to create that perfect poem

But whose  standards  does it claim?

So quit trying to emulate the Masters!

How many poets can claim my name?



Did Keats, Clemens, or Edgar Allan write Christian?

What did Edgar Allan write for?

The scary stuff, poets all have their own style,

Like Poe’s, “Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’”



Hopeless, sure senseless, even formidable

Or funny could that be it!

Perhaps just striving for plain ridiculous!

Like poets, plain throwing a fit!



Maybe for money or did they die paupers?

Like that pure favorite of mine,

“Thou are lost and gone forever!

Dreadful sorry,  Clementine.”



As old as the hills!  Well, older that I am.

Maybe, could be the gimme

That certain thing making poetry salable

Old not important!  What is in it!



More like preaching, my stuff, well do not get

Enough, I am a preacher, my excuse.

So dig the poetry, that is all you will get!

I am trying not to abuse!



I strain at the bit, an old farmers saying!

Whether you like it or not!

I work so hard trying for meter and rhymes,

Takes awhile but it’s bought.



For the Glory of God, that is my aim!

To please Him, that is my clout

Seek forgiveness for this explanation stuff

Guess that is what it is all about!



a Sam thing  05.04.11

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