PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

believing what you say

and saying what you believe

I strongly insist are not the same things

I admire your talent at many levels

but question your sincerity and

judgment of what is right and good in this world

you paint for me Monet out of paint by

number box kits

and try to convince me novices flock to your

book steps

clamoring to behold the master poet

in his element of earned creativity

when in reality the poet over flatters

and needles his chatteress masses

for love poems writ about himself

an on line Lothario I labeled thee

shameless in his tireless sweeping up

of scraps of compliments

whether they be false or genuine

and this is where our divisions start

I sir, do not sugar coat anything

I shoot from the hip

and call a shovel a shovel

I could never be a fan of

eternally blowing smoke up a

fellow poet's ass

I should not be upset

for today through your own

universal words for the first time

I really read you clearly

and realized I finally saw you

as you really are

'A Collector Of Butterflies'

you value your collection

as a whole

though you praise each new

acquirement

it means no more to you than

the previous nor the next

you will accumulate

only the collective as a whole

retains for you some intrinsic value

and there dear sir

you and I must agree to differ

I do not hold you up so I can show

you off to others and be proud of myself

for having collected you

you mean something to me individually

and the others I do not name, brag about

you to nor compare

each relationship is separate and of similar value

one has little to do with the next

for I sir  am no butterfly collector of souls

I am a sincere woman who reaches out to

individually bond with friends

you won't catch me adding you to my

vast impersonal over praised lists

of fellow poets  I claim love me so much

that is not my narcicisstic style

I seek friends not people to prop me up

and make me look better than I likely

ever could be

you revealed something far

more revealing to me today

and you did so without even knowing you had

in one word

it all came down to

INSECURITY

and frankly sir, I was flabberghasted

'twas like driving really fast on

some really nice road

and you suddenly hit a really bad pot hole

the jolt you left me with was highly sincere.........

(Feb. 23, 2009 502am)