What It Takes To Be A Writer

By Phill Senters





As I  pondered at my desk today,
about what words of wit to say,

That’s when it came into to my mind,
what it’s like to try and be a writer.

What does it take, one  may well ask
to perform this often thankless task
just to try and make this world a little brighter?

Across my office floor all strewn,
are little bits of paper
I have written words upon.

Lots of words are held therein,
waiting for the final toss into the garbage bin.

With accusation, now it seems
they’re staring back at me

I feel  as if I’m being watched as I plan and think and scheme.
Should I pick them up and toss them out
when next I need some caffeine
from the coffee spout?

No, not yet, I may need one,
keep ‘em round a little while until I’m really done.

Lord, now look at that old silly clock
it’s running oh, so fast.

Time just never seems to be a friend
that’ll hang around and last.

Maybe that’s what separates
my future from my past.

Now it’s turning dawn outside,
I can see it through  the panes.

The light brings all those noisy
sounds to remind me once again.

Looks like I’ll have to leave for now,
and do a full day’s work,

Before returning home again,
where these accusing words still lurk.

Waiting to accuse me
of slacking at my job.

Just because my eyes won’t work,
and my head begins to nod.

If this is what it’s gonna take, to forge a writer out of me,
I pray to God it happens soon,
‘cause I can’t take much more.

So I pick up those accusing words, still scattered on the floor,
and stack ‘em up as cleanly, and neatly as I can,

Because I’ll surely need ‘em  when next I’m here again,
I know that they’ll be waiting
when I stagger through  that door.

Passing Time
By Phill Senters


When I was young and in my prime
I never thought of passing time.
As I grew older and became of age
I thought time at work was like a prison’s
cage.

I ran wild and thought always,
How young and full of life I’d be.

Until the relentless, sweeping hands of time
Came swooping, crowding in on me.

No longer did I wonder what he meant
When Grandpaw said  ‘Youth must be from Heaven sent’
And when my mom said ‘Some day you’ll understand, my son,
That life is so much more than having fun’.

So my advice to all that care to heed,
Have all your fun and fill that need.
But while you’re still so very young,
Fill your life with good deeds done.

Save up memories that cause a smile,
And make good friends
to keep thru all the miles.
Listen to the older folks and learn more of their ways,
You’ll be glad you did when you reach your golden days.

Sad is the way to unstabilize
the way,
when the earthquake hits
you'd wish you were dead,
so absurd is this play
that you spin around like
clay,
this statue in your way - it
is the symbol of vague....
sympathy,
And you really want the end
but it's somewhere else,
so pay respects to 'nay and
look over there,
Yes, there, it's not that fair
but yet oh well, might be a
lovely stay,
Where oh where, I might just
stare when angels cry,
the monster's me,
What it meant is really bent
and what you said is what it
might,
well... send a letter to the
brother and decide to call
the one and only mother,
It is really hard to wonder
when you swim inside a
pond.. eh?
There was more to this than
random ramble,
Time to cast myself with
Rambo,
in a random indian film
with the hoast of Dr. Phill,
who is.. actually called Dr. Phill.

A-n apple a day may keep the doctor away
but never
B-ite off more than you can chew.

C-aught with your hand in the cookie jar
whether you eat it or not you're
D-amned if you do and ****** if you don't.

E-very rose has its thorns
and it hurts
F-or crying out loud.

G-et back up on the horse
even if the
H-andwriting is on the wall.

I- wasn't born yesterday
but today a
J-ourney of a thousand miles begins with the first step

K-now it like the back of my hand
but I will still be sure to
L-eave no stone unturned

M-ake no bones about it
it's so true that
N-ice guys finish last

O-nce in a blue moon
you need to
P-ay the piper

Q-uicker than a New York minute
it may begin
R-aining cats and dogs

S-wim with the sharks
or
T-ake the easy way out

U-phill battles
give us that
V-ariety as the spice of life

W-aiting for the dust to settle
I plan on utilizing
X-ray vision

Y-ou lost me
because you
Z-igged when you should have zagged.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
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