I am in a funk.
The poems are all junk.
Whaddya think, punk?
"Yer reputation's sunk."
That's not too keen,
But I'm not green.
Don't care if you're mean
Or the poems obscene.
I'll soldier on
Like ol' Ghengis Khan
Destroying verses, man.
That be the plan.
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Fear not the critic, their words should do not count
It is easy to sit back, easier yet to discount
Causing a cascade of thoughts to abound
What if and why, when and whatever!
Angst fills the writer, shortening the thread
Like wine to a goblet, it flows bright and red
New furrows of sadness, at each chosen choice
One only inspires with a wee small voice
I would say to all who happen to write and to rhyme for the challenge it brings to their life
"Illegitimi non carborundum"
I like your poetry
Mine's much more worse
like something that should
be on a funeral hearse
Keep up the good work!
Merci a vous tous. I won't let any bastards drag me down. As for hearses, I suspect that might be a bit fancy for some of these verses.
This so far the best compared to those above, because i like the end rhymes
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