THIS poem is number 800 Of poems I've "published" on various sites. You might golf, play tennis or paint; Of me they merely say, "He writes."
Eight hundred poems are a lot Of poems if you are keeping score. But bear in mind that poets out there Have written hundreds or thousands more.
Writing can become a passion-- Something that grasps your innermost being, That vibrantly exposes your heart When you try to express what you're seeing.
My approach is sometimes light-hearted And playful if I am in the mood; And yet I can be quite serious And muse on something or ponder or brood.
I often write poems that tell a story. Call them unsophisticated If you wish, but frankly I say Sophistication is overrated.
After observing the world around me, I sit down and roll up my sleeves To write, often focusing on Some of my most annoying pet peeves,
Hypocrisy being ONE of them. Oh, the slimy hypocrites ooze Flagrant chicanery, fraud, and pretense, And every day they're in the news.
Some say, "Leave no turn unstoned." No, wait: I mean "stone unturned." And no, you can't please everybody; That's an important lesson I've learned.
If you've read all 800 poems, I've taken up a lot of your time. I hope you've found the journey worthwhile-- This journey through my verses in rhyme.
But if poetry's NOT your thing, Do not worry; I understand. You'll receive no criticism, No reproof, no reprimand.
Therefore, if you've read this far, Celebrate along with me This little challenge. Raise your glass And drink a toast to poetry!