Versifyin'
Isn't dyin',
But man,
It's hard to do.
Words and lines
Sound like cliches,
What once
Was old
Is new..
Familiar phrases
Crowd the pages,
Causing such to do.
Can anyone write
Anything new.
Did I write that;
Overhear a wit?
Read it in the loo?
I'll note it down,
Sit,
Sweat and swap,
Get off the ***
And write it.

I don't purloin
Pretty Woman
Because Roy
Is older than me.
To write Yesterday
Is almost to say,
I've hijacked
Sir McCartney.
Write Daffodils,
And see what thrills
That word brings to you.

We may overuse them,
Unwittingly
Abuse them,
And with some we amuse,
But they're ours,
Put to good use
With me.

The number of chords
Limits the hordes;
Repetition ensues,
The decry is sung:
I've heard that song before.

The great ones of writing
Are cause for citing,
By we and me and you.

Can't contrast love to roses,
Shakespeare's told us;
Can't compare eyes to stars,
Lips to petals:
To say,
Your soft, white skin
Is an ink-black sin.
And Beautiful should not
Be used as such.
If one must use it,
One needs
A thesaurus.
Thee, Thine, and Shall
Have taken their toll;
Like Death,
Be not proud.

Be the chosen one,
You know how.

Words and phrases
Are replete;
Too well known
Not to repeat.
They're in
Our vernacular
To be used by
Any author.

But verbatim
Copying's outlawed.
The copy cops
Finger-print
The frauds.

There is a funny way life drives you through.
It is difficult, it is painful and without a clue.
There are many paths you can take,
But you can only walk through one at a time.
And if you choose the wrong one,
Life beats you, but still expects you to go on.
Life brings joy and happiness as well,
Don't think only "horror" in life dwells.
It gives you others to lead you through.
It shows you who is there no matter what you do.
Life always tends to fight with death,
And sometimes death is the champion.
For it takes innocent loved ones or any who dwell in life,
And blames it on life alone, so we reproach it for death lies.
Death laughs in our face, over and over and over again.
It calls us a "naïve creation" for being so blind,
We **** our own everyday, just like we **** our minds.
We think with abortion there is something we will gain.
Life is upset because each day we care less.
It fights for us to take the right path but we go our own way.
Life wakes us up from unconsciousness and helps us not to astray,
But we reject and blame life for our own mistakes.
Life doesn't leave us, for we know not what we play.