no rhyme, no reason, no character the poem had no relationship with an ancient mariner the words just stumbled along looking for a home the poem even sought advice from the garden gnome
even the writing muse shook her head she said no line could be writ with a golden thread despite the obstacles the poem kept trudging along the page had to be filled come right or wrong
and then in a dream the character appeared a hero who said there was nothing to be feared said she, the words you seek are a dime a dozen and most are as enjoyable as a kissing cousin
the poem was ecstatic, giggling with delight the ideas kept coming day and night adieu the hero said, my job is done here she said the poems model should be Shakespeare
so is this a sonnet, to be or not to be probably. with just an extra quatrain, as you can see
flowers need water lack of rain is apparent what is God planning
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those who can’t, teach critics who can’t, preach the human form of the leech
it is so easy to pick on others done by those who don’t like their mothers the loners who can’t be like brothers
governments just wanting to placate the herd politically correct and gender neutral preferred unfortunately love has become a passé word
woe is the man whose ego is right sized by the really sick he is totally despised as a milk toast he is characterized
keep on praying, don’t be afraid big money has manufactured this charade they know that there is no free in free trade
there will come a day that no one can predict one can only hope that it will be a peaceful conflict hopefully it is the winning side that peace has picked
today, try to make your own choices be wary of the devil and his many voices don’t let social media control your devices
don’t teach, don’t preach, share the love vote for those who believe that there is a God above and just stay out of the way when push comes to shove
ME and the Boss Poetry 