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is for: *private, personal... never public, even if public displayed oft, urgent, burners on high, committed from body to paper a battlefield commission, *** boiling over, passenger driver in the pace car oft, hazy, slow cooking stew multi-flavored, spice twice splendid blended, meat for some, potatoes for others, always purposed, sometimes even, purposeful pleasure two-folded, twice arrived, at birth, given mixed with hearty birthing pains given again, when later reread, stumbled on, at a later time you think, albeit, quietly, **** **** prideful just enough I am, claim me a title, poet in the tradition!" but the little voice whispers poet! poetry pride, a deadly bromide! satisfaction best when the P is just private, personal, and the inner ear smiles when you read your words to yourself, words you wrote, to the cadence of thy heartbeats, leaving you smiling inward and your harshest critic, your biggest fan, clap you on the back, with the same hand*
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
The P in Poetry
is for: *private, personal... never public, even if public displayed oft, urgent, burners on high, committed from body to paper a battlefield commission, *** boiling over, passenger driver in the pace car oft, hazy, slow cooking stew multi-flavored, spice twice splendid blended, meat for some, potatoes for others, always purposed, sometimes even, purposeful pleasure two-folded, twice arrived, at birth, given mixed with hearty birthing pains given again, when later reread, stumbled on, at a later time you think, albeit, quietly, **** **** prideful just enough I am, claim me a title, poet in the tradition!" but the little voice whispers poet! poetry pride, a deadly bromide! satisfaction best when the P is just private, personal, and the inner ear smiles when you read your words to yourself, words you wrote, to the cadence of thy heartbeats, leaving you smiling inward and your harshest critic, your biggest fan, clap you on the back, with the same hand*
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
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