Ph: Poetry Writing: Shit Happens! Poem by Brian Johnston
Ph: Poetry Writing: Shit Happens!
Does sharing shit with others make one's poems poetry:
Blank verse or rhyme with meter win if metaphors disguise
The fact that truth is absent: is there love in bigotry,
A plethora of nuance monkey typists might devise?
Do we owe praise to Coptic Priests whose work is all but free,
Whose muses obfuscate obscure: confusion proves their worth?
By God! They posture too, or so some say! It's their celebrity,
Like crosswords, with the clues in Martian language (not of Earth.)
Though I've made A's at Stanford with my poem's in 'Free Verse, '
Enamored, I love meter, rhyme, for both can proffer pause,
New words that float more gentle dreams, in stillness more diverse
Than rush, my muse so often spills, unbound by human laws.
For me, a poem's poultice is my prayer to the night
Whose fingers somehow chill the soul. It's worse when I've no voice.
A poem's wolf's call echos back when hills are out of sight,
If I'm alone I moon the sky, sweet rhymes, my music's choice!
Brian Johnston
3rd of April 2019
A poem's wolf's call echos back when hills are out of sight, . An amazing musical voice is shared here with greater possibilities. An amazing sharing is done really. Thank you very much for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 5:40:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
one can usually count on Kumarmani for at least ONE " amazing" . you got TWO. Amazing! ! who dares to moon the sky? and if so, i wonder still: " why? " , when i'd much rather moon ol' B.J. what's up with ya, pal? what do ya say? ? bri :) someday i plan to call ya. hope 'the book' is doing well, ...and you too.