Battle of the Poets

If Simply….. All mortals could really sight The greener immaturity of grass Not just mere toil to feet Of such as to graze concrete To stand and examine Instead of unswerving past Or conscience of view To an open setting so blue Therefore it be my belief As to when us poets do meet That surely we’ve some work to do! If Simply….. All mortals could take pace That is tardiness to time Not instantly seize upon a seat Admit surrender to defeat Maybe to listen without speech No talk just mime Or acknowledge thoughts to score through To where no man has flew Therefore it be my belief As to when us poets do meet That surely we’ve some work to do! If Simply….. All mortals could give riddance To the bustle of frustration Not to create necessitate to compete Then latent in dotage touch grief So I inscribe to you all My poetically skilled fellow man Lets show to forget of when why and who Lets set emotions past and pastures set new Therefore it be my belief As to when us poets do meet That surely “together” we’ve some work to do!