a poem a poet
writers of trance
framed to show it
in their own stance
thinking in lines
short from the start
words of all kinds
horse before cart
poems spew
oozing and gushing
words that are new
with no rushing
come what may
all poets know
to write each day
lines in a row
chitter and chatter
is what we do
it does not matter
when we are threw
write just one more
on this day
don't keep score
all you can say
tickle your fancy
be daring today
write something chancy
throw caution away
poets are artists
painting words in ryhme
hanging their discs
on the hands of time
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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