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This poem is number 600 Of poems I have "published" on the Web. My steady enthusiasm for writing Poetry hasn't started to ebb. That's six hundred since the spring Of the year twenty fourteen. Okay, I know I sound like a chatterbox, But I thought I had a lot to say. The process is electrifying: It happens after I immerse Myself in an ocean of thoughts and feelings And out pop my comments in verse. There's always something to write about-- Something to question, discuss or explore. Some might say, "Enough! Enough!" While others say, "Give me more!" I've always admired a great poet With a facile tongue and a flowing pen. I'll never be a Shakespeare or Milton, A Wordsworth, Keats, or Shelley, but then That's not important. I'll still write poems. If one of them strikes a chord that will be Nice; but if a poem falls flat, All I can say is, "C'est la vie!" If there is a lull in my writing, Do not fret, for goodness' sake. I probably haven't kicked the bucket; I'm probably just taking a break. -by Bob B (9-5-17)
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
Poem 600
This poem is number 600 Of poems I have "published" on the Web. My steady enthusiasm for writing Poetry hasn't started to ebb. That's six hundred since the spring Of the year twenty fourteen. Okay, I know I sound like a chatterbox, But I thought I had a lot to say. The process is electrifying: It happens after I immerse Myself in an ocean of thoughts and feelings And out pop my comments in verse. There's always something to write about-- Something to question, discuss or explore. Some might say, "Enough! Enough!" While others say, "Give me more!" I've always admired a great poet With a facile tongue and a flowing pen. I'll never be a Shakespeare or Milton, A Wordsworth, Keats, or Shelley, but then That's not important. I'll still write poems. If one of them strikes a chord that will be Nice; but if a poem falls flat, All I can say is, "C'est la vie!" If there is a lull in my writing, Do not fret, for goodness' sake. I probably haven't kicked the bucket; I'm probably just taking a break. -by Bob B (9-5-17)
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Sep 5, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
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