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Point Of View From A Purely Practical Poet To be a good poet, what does it mean? Do we see what the "norms" haven't seen? Can we know existence beyond others? Are we higher by being poetry lovers? How many word wizards have wallowed in arrogance that's filled one up inside of which we poets could've swallowed, just a little lump of our puffed up pride. We are not psychics, gods, or gurus but, seek to grow in our spiritual quest. Our influential power, we mustn't abuse. How careful to be, with what we express! Visionarys and idealists, writing our dreams we ponder the unknown, realms of mystery. Most agree anything's possible, it seems. But, how far we dare go, with our poetry? Are we to be wiser, giving sound advice as authorities on life, death, love and loss, pretending all this long enough to suffice, then we'll pay for it, at such a dear cost! By refusing defeat to limits of the mind spirits grow strong but, bodies get weak. Racing time, obsessions draw the line. Dwindling down to a future gone bleak. We're only human and must admit this. That will be, pure words with nobility. By releasing vain pressures of genius this poet can write with some humility. |
Additional Notes:
The word "norm" refers to just regular people.
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