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!
-by Bob B (12-27-18)
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