A rant a day keeps the poet's
At bay or should that read
Poetbay.
For when I write I have a smidgen.
Of some words no real idea formed,
It's as there's something there.
That hit's me like a storm.
Then out of the blue,
Lightning strikes me too.
I have no middle or an end,
Just keep onwards writing,
For the skills I don't possess.
Sometimes when I write,
I laugh and cry and smile a lot.
Then again in this world,
Poetry is all I've got.
To look forward to,
And though it's often said.
You'll never get a poet,
That doesn't like his poems read.
So we are very pleased,
Our poetry don't end up on a
Metaphoric shelf.
So for that my fictional friends,
Go and applaud yourselves.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-10-21 at 01:23
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At bay or should that read
Poetbay.
Applause
I often wonder what is wrong with me,For when I write I have a smidgen.
Of some words no real idea formed,
It's as there's something there.
That hit's me like a storm.
Then out of the blue,
Lightning strikes me too.
I have no middle or an end,
Just keep onwards writing,
For the skills I don't possess.
Sometimes when I write,
I laugh and cry and smile a lot.
Then again in this world,
Poetry is all I've got.
To look forward to,
And though it's often said.
You'll never get a poet,
That doesn't like his poems read.
So we are very pleased,
Our poetry don't end up on a
Metaphoric shelf.
So for that my fictional friends,
Go and applaud yourselves.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 174 times
Written on 2021-10-21 at 01:23
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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