Poetry And Life Is Not A Popularity Contest! Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Poetry is not a popularity contest!
Some times I honestly believe
those words whenever I think of them.

Were not we warned not to be people pleasures?
Lovers of men rather than lovers of God!
Seeking after our own selfish gratifications?
Is it not plaguing our contemporary nations?

'Questions and answers keep running through my mind
all night.' When ever I become bored, I visit
my poetry websites. Who am I really trying
to please anyway?

Knowing I am not the most popular poetry writer on the world
wide web is a blessing in disguise. I can
maintain my privacy. People are not
standing in long lines waiting
for me to autograph my work!

It suits me just fine! If I like
other's poems, and stories, I
post them on the line, all of the time.
We do not take enough time,
myself included.

Reading, and commenting on our
fellow traveler's poetic pathways
on the same one way streets.

Congratulations, if you have
successfully published your
work! You have certainly earned
it! You now have to learn
to cater to the whims
of your reading public!

You can no longer write
just to please yourself.
You have just graduated
from poetry school!

Give yourself at least a
five gold star rating!
You have earned the privilege.
Honestly, I am congratulating
you on your success.

Do I not sound the least bit
jealous? When, why, and
how did I become a poetic cynic?

One poem at a time! One line at a time.
I get a lot of frustration off of
my chest that way!

My psychology teacher was disappointed
I was not leaving behind any
legacy for future generations.

Honestly, if she only knew,
she would be disappointed
in me. I doubt if she
is even alive now!
She will never know.

If you ever get tired of me,
blame her, instead of me!
Talk about casting stones.

My journalism teacher, did give
me credit for at least being
a prolific writer, with
a good imagination?

I was a fire ball when
I was a younger student
at Everett Community
College. I had far
too much unchallenged
energy.

Perhaps I will change
the title of this poem
to, 'Life is not a popularity contest!

Talk about lack of focus,
and going off on a tangent!
Going the wrong way on
a one-way highway!
I told a friend I
did not have her problem!

Infamous last words!
At long winded last,
I had a brain child
for my latest rambling-
'Poetry and life is not
a popularity contest! '

Since I was throwing
myself another pity
party. I misspent most
of my entire life,
simply feeling sorry
for myself!