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“Can Poets Make a Difference?” #MakeADifferencePoetry

“Can Poets Make a Difference?”

What can a poet

not

do?

Okay maybe we shouldn’t go down that road –

leave it less travelled,

as you might say –

as we poets are a sorry lot,

generally,

apologising for this,

asking forgiveness for that,

and writing less about the other,

than the avid reader would like.

“But, can a poet make a difference?”

I hear you ask once again –

persistent little critiquer, aren’t you?

A poet can make many things…

discuss.

Or describe a few.

He can make a sow’s ear out of a purse,

a simile sound just like a… similar thing,

or something quite dissimilar.

He’s like a magician with words,

juggling them like a juggler juggles…

juggly things.

“BUT, CAN A POET MAKE A DIFFERENCE!”

I hear you whisper.

Well, give him a selection of vowels and consonants,

and a poet can make a ‘differnece’-

Just, not quite the one that you really want.

Poets are Dicks

Poets are Dicks

Poets are Dicks…

… and poems are written by Dicks…

… Harriet’s, Marys, or Toms;

some poets are hairy,

and, in their poems, rhyme ‘bombs’

with ‘proms’;

in order to shock;

some swear a lot,

and use the word ‘cock…

… a-doodle-do’,

I don’t,

because I’m not a Dick,

are you?

The Doctor’s Reply

The Doctor’s Reply

It just isn’t true

that doctors dislike poems –

they just hate poets.

A Poet’s ‘Hello!’

A Poet’s ‘Hello!’

“Hello, Everyone!”

they cried in unison;

for is that not how poets cry?

No!

They cry alone,

and on paper

about the how, wherefore and why.

Recycle Poets! (Revisited – now in Haiku or Tanka version).

“Recycle Poets!”

Haiku Version

Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable –

bury one and see.

Or

Tanka Version

“Recycle poets!

They’re biodegradable –

bury one and see.

And if that doesn’t stop them

Then probably nothing will!”

Larkin or Auden?

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Larkin or Auden
Auden or Larkin
Larkin or Auden
Auden or Larkin
Adlestrop stop
Thomas or Auden
Auden or Thomas
Thomas or Auden
Auden or Thomas
Thomas the Tank Engine?
No, Edward Thomas.
Edward Thomas or Aldgate
Aldgate or Edward Thomas
Edward Thomas or Aldgate
Aldgate!
Isn’t that upon the underground?
Circle Line or Northern
Jubilee or Piccadilly
District or Waterloo
Bakerloo or…

Hammersmith!

PS  I would here like to say that WP Admin  is ‘NOT’ a poet. Yet. G:)

The Lunatic Poets Have Taken Over The Elysium !

Christopher Marlowe spake of Elysium

Christopher Marlowe spake of Elysium

Stone The Poets!
They are an evil, wicked bunch
They are planning to take over the world
Well, that is just my hunch!
Let’s cook the blooming lot of them
And eat the twits for lunch!

Well, perhaps we shouldn’t stone them…

And, now I come to think of it…

That does seem a little harsh;
Let’s just ridicule their silly rhymes
And maroon them in a marsh
Or snigger when they start to speak
Of ‘clouds that scutter by’
As if a cloud would do such things
‘That’s gibberish!’ We’ll cry.
And maybe sneeze and cough…
and other subtle things we know
Which will break the poet’s flow-

“Those sort often makes me lose my thought…”

Who am I? Do you not know?
I am the mourning poet
At the source of P.O.E.T.R.Y!

At odds with my self, as usual,
It’s the way I write, you see.

As poets go
When the time comes
That the rhymes just won’t come
I will go quietly into that goodnight, Vienna
With ne’er a look back
Or regret

But, until then…