They call me a poet and whisper in hush,
I talk much too little and think way too much,
my friends are all crazy,
like Byron and Yeats,
I sit home on Fridays and don't go on dates.
I hate society or so I am told,
withdrawn and broken,
or maybe too bold.
It's not called true art,
nor bought for your wall,
I look for life's meaning,
and hear when it calls.
I see the moonlight,
and write by the stars,
say what you will,
but I am life's bard.
©Copperhead2008














Devious Comments
And my syllable count is too wonky to even think of fixing this piece's rhythm. So, later~
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
"If you hear a twig snap, don't whistle."
Preach it sistah, you're a poet after my own heart!
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There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
"Speak to me of love,
of roses and flowers,
and sonnets and psalm.
Heavenly embrace and kisses sweet,
dewdrops and wine,
when two hearts both meet.
Of souls kiss, eternity, and all things divine,
midnight walks with two hands entwined,
sunrise and sunset and life in between.
unwritten melodies and such things unseen.
The meaning of life and thoughts unspoken,
the poets curse of a heart badly broken."
©Copperhead 2008
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"Let me be your poet...
paint pictures in your mind...
tell you of what I've seen."
Rhyming poetry I normally don't do.
If it comes to me that way though, I write it that way.
Don't rework much, if any of my writing.
Too many categories...I hate putting things in categories.
There's too much of that in the "real world".
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"Let me be your poet...
paint pictures in your mind...
tell you of what I've seen."
There's too much angst categories. And frankly, just "poetry" would do. All poets belong to this secret fellowship.
[We're all out to lunch].
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
"If you hear a twig snap, don't whistle."
I'll probably get beaten now by the "lit-school grads" (lol)
Yep, another club that the initiation is "rather rough".
I'm starting a chat, if you're interested I'll add you as a friend.
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"Let me be your poet...
paint pictures in your mind...
tell you of what I've seen."
Sure I don't mind. What's the name of the chat?
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Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
"If you hear a twig snap, don't whistle."
I'm going to see what happens,
if I don't get enough response I'll just close it out.
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"Let me be your poet...
paint pictures in your mind...
tell you of what I've seen."
Man, that's beautiful.
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There are things that go bump in the night, make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
I am the High-Wizard-of-Things-That-Go-Bump-in-the-Night
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