And You Call Yourself A Poet (For Two Voices) Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
And You Call Yourself A Poet (For Two Voices)
That's not poetry, those are greeting cards
And not very good ones at that
You call yourself a poet, who are you kidding
Why don't you just give up, adnit you failed
Well, you might not think so but I am a poet
Maybe not in the same league as you
But then again, I don't think you're so good
At least I have one fan, other than myself
Just look at all that sentimental drivel
I love you, I love you l, oh how sweet
And those heartache poems, stop you're breaking my heart
At least my writing is from my heart
I mean every single word I say
I'm not some artsy-fartsy phony
Who thinks that rhyming poetry is passe
Artsy-fartsy phony you say
You wouldn't know good poetry if it bit you
All these so called poets make me sick
And you're number one on my list
Well if you don't like my work too bad
I'm not about to be something I'm not
Just to earn the respect of people like you
And yes, I do call myself a poet
what a ring of truth this poem has, we all have our own style and we are all poets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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In times past A friend and I would sit in a theater Talking about this and that And discover that a near person Was listening and following our conversation. At that point We some times would launch into a discussion Of things most devious Sometimes lowering our voices So that the 'intruder' straining to hear Would still not know what we were talking about. Finally the game would end with the beginning Of the program. But we often wondered what Thoughts remained With the listener. Keep talking to yourself, Others are listening.