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The TideThe Tide
Salty air clings to me,
Salty water carried by the sea,
Flows against me, hitting my feet,
It ebbs and flows, in the air so sweet,
This was the place where ideas meet,
In the soaked sand,
Footsteps were indented in the land,
There used to be two, but one set is missing,
Eaten by the sea, the waves are hissing,
And memories are fading, of our shy kissing.
I drop to the ground, the water licks my cuts,
I, such a silly, hated klutz.
It's been so long since someone cared,
Since anyone has asked how I fared,
So alone, I cry, scared.
My footsteps in the sand ease away,
Slowly, grain by grain, nothing will stay.
A little crab scuttles along,
Dancing to the seagull song,
And I stay, knowing I'm wrong.
The burning in my calves from salt of the sea,
Has caused welts to form, and my soul to flee,
It consumes my mind, but I push it aside,
I will remain on this beach; a forgotten bride,
I will wait; wait for the tide.
The sun had set, and the moon had rose,
The water on my skin had nearly
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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