900

Hey, I've made it to 900!

That's a lot from what I've been told.

But first, let me be very clear:

I don't mean 900 years old!

Nine hundred means 900 poems--

Poems I've "published" online so far.

The topics vary from poem to poem

As I expand my repertoire.

People ask me why I do it.

It just became a way to express

My feelings about the world around me--

A personal challenge, more or less.

When people don't like my style and imply

It's THEIR way or the highway,

I say, "You write in YOUR manner;

I'LL write my poems MY way."

What will inspire me next? Who knows?

I call on my Muse for inspiration,

To help me articulate my thoughts

Without seeking approbation.

I like music--songs and ballads--

And often write poems that can be sung.

And though I know a few languages,

I always write in my mother tongue.

Politics I find intriguing;

Thus, I often feel compelled

To let my poems comment on life

And not to let my voice be quelled.

Of course, that gets me in trouble sometimes,

Especially when I arouse

People's ire by commenting on

Or criticizing their sacred cows.

I’d like to say that writing's a breeze,

But, no, that would not be true.

So here you have it: poem 900.

I dedicate this one to you.

-by Bob B (10-22-19)