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What Kind of Poet am I?

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Just a thought!

The things we write, some good some bad.

Depends on the day, whether happy or sad..

Some things we write are misunderstood,

The critiques weigh in, if it's bad or good.


I wear Snoopy bandaids to lighten the blow..

From pretentious poets who think they know.

I bounce words that rhyme from one to the other,

Most having meaning the synapse will cover.


I write for grins to help pass my day,

In hopes a smile will come your way.

Not everyone comments , so, I may never know it...

I guess in the end, I'm just a rubber poet' 


by Barry Anderson








 

 


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"What kind of poet am I?"

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Before You Critize....

Sshhh...the stage is mine, spotlight on me.
Too many my words sound harsh, too strong to swallow.
Others' have told me to keep up the good work.
It took years with the grace from above to master this
Gift of spoken words.
Some have heard me scream and shout, yet my words are
Meaningless to them. This are those narrow mind folks,
Who are quick to critize. Realize this, no stick or
Stone will ever brake my desire to speak freely amongst
You...the naive, negligent in sight stand up for yourself
And fight, not the good fight just your fight.
What is your cause', reason for living? Yeah, you might be
Rich, but deep inside you desire something worth more than
Gold. Don't grow old critizing those who at least have the
Guts to speak...so before you critize my work...show me
Yours, what's your worth?

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I feed of criticism.

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