I write poetry, least that’s my aim;
enjoy the challenge, think it a game.
Although some follow rigid rules
personally I think that’s for fools,
and break them as and when it suits.
This is one of the literary pursuits
which I enjoy, for it suits me well,
as fans of mine will often tell.
Others of a different persausion find,
I’m possessed of a deviant mind.
This when a phrase or a single word
I’ve used - seemingly absurd -
is perceived within my poetic lines,
you should take note of subtle signs.
For you’ll find my intent oft changes direction.
So read my words with circumspection;
knowing all may not be as it first appears,
as perceived rationale ostensibly disappears,
leaving the reader to wonder “What?”
Further reading suggests what they’ve got
are random meanderings of a Polyglot,
or a deviant wordsmith, like as not!
But it’s my way as an allusive Poet,
possessed of acumen, and subtle wit,
who uses cryptic methods to lead
and delude, those who blindly read
each word as though twas cast in stone!
It’s essential every word used, I hone
keenly to achieve my desired effect!
Being critical of all the words I select,
is vital that each one fulfills my aim.
Being pernickety, is to me, a game
that fulfills a purpose. By this exercise
I achieve satisfaction, and can fantasize
about reactions I might possibly receive!
Ergo!  My purpose, is simply to deceive!

Rhymer. August 9th, 2018..