Hardly ever spoken
No one understands
Or in my descriptive verse
The tongue of those who toil
Language of the common man


Perhaps I will conjure up eighteen letter words
That no one bothers to read
To portray myself as cultured
Intelligent
Or write to impress using rhymes extinct

An artist of words
I shall say what I know and feel
Poetry written from the soul
That can be touched
Tasted and real

Instead of ancient unknown letters on paper
Carelessly discarded sooner or later
For the elite of mind easily bored
Seek to read more jaded material

Monetary gain being of no consideration
No compensation sought
Painting pictures of life in actuality
A presentation of a poets thoughts  

Doing my best to let my stories be heard
Carefully pick and choose
I will speak in the tongue of the everyday man
Instead of words rarely used



This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby