THE POEM THING

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?

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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.’”

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Hopeless, sure senseless, even formidable

Or funny could that be it!

Perhaps just striving for plain ridiculous!

Like poets, plain throwing a fit!

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Maybe for money or did they die paupers?

Like that pure favorite of mine,

“Thou are lost and gone forever!

Dreadful sorry,  Clementine.”

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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!

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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!

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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.

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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!

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a Sam thing  05.04.11

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