Poem 1200

This poem's the twelve hundredth poem

That I have "published" on my blog.

For me, my poetry collection

Is almost like a travelogue--

 

A mental travelogue depicting

My thoughts traveling to and fro.

I'm never certain where they'll take me

Next. I just go with the flow.

 

Today might be a little visit

To a place called "Hypocrisy-land."

There you'll find politicians

Who have gotten out of hand.

 

Tomorrow might take me to a place

Where I spend a lot of time--

A place where animals can talk

And anecdotes are put to rhyme.

 

To outer space my mind might travel;

Or out to explore nature's wonders.

Perhaps I'll take a nostalgic trip

Or write about people's triumphs or blunders.

 

Places, events, and history,

Unknown figures, people of fame,

Likable folks, and miscreants, too:

Any topic becomes fair game.

 

Eschewing ambiguity

Or language rich in metaphor,

I find that a simple, conversational,

Straightforward style suits me more.

 

To many poets, poems that rhyme

Are--according to them--passé.

Although it has its limitations,

Rhyming for me is here to stay.

 

I know that poetry is not

Everybody's cup of tea,

But somehow I can hear it speak

In everything I do or see.

-by Bob B (12-17-21)