Shocked as I was walking by
walking not far but also not too nigh
I have stopped at the greatest heap of garbage
No, sir, I haven´t dragged that from your garage
what I have seen with mine own eyes
is worth to tell but it´s not so nice
first, in this poetry, I have returned to my basic, my glee
the simple grammar and the tenses, just for me
they keep awake my tender senses
what I wanna tell ye was about that poverty
that had crept into nowadays poetry
lack of green herbs lack of own precious proverbs
the green color of the herbs
can produce in the body and mind long life verbs
that may excel in all our words
so that awful mental poverty in poetry may not read as absurds
just keep it simple and keep it in its own realm
based upon good grammar and be not overwhelmed
Spring 2017 - 21th May at 11.25 hrs.AM W.E.Time