One of a bookfull of Poe like poetry I write because a beautiful poet by the name of Maya Angelou took me under her wing and gave me several tips on the writing of poetry, and to especially study the ways and means of Edgar Alan Poe, and try to get inside of the psyche of how Poe wrote. Which I indeed did, and gave it even a better effort and studied the way Maya Angelou writes and creates some of the best poetry in English ever written.Some things that got through to my own eager mind are to forget the formalities of poetry coming from our over-educated poets who write for tenure and end up in sackfull for a dollar sales at all local libraries, but just concentrate on what the tenure poets hate, rhyme and cliche. The fact is that people love rhyme and cliche, even commercial writers everywhere use it to sell everything, and it has always worked and always will work. CALL NOW!!!
Below is the poem entitled TOMORROW'S EVENING NEWS which was written by poet
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TOMORROWS EVENING NEWS
I've wedded to this state of wealth I've known,
yet feel the seeds of youth that need be sown,
and through it all, my woman's made me pause,
reflecting on what's more than -- just because,
and drove my mind insane and not mine own.
The master's Raven's
tapping at my door,
And warns I say goodbye
There's not one dastardly thing I'd not do,
nor any vile of life I'd not pursue,
in claiming her to be as I would say,
beholding to my chest, then caste away,
how love should never be, nor come unto!
Her breasts, those tits,
my lifelong loving whore,
So quoth the Raven,
Love them nevermore.
But what she bares to me, I shan't refuse.
Though evil is our way--God! What's the use?
no young of life has suckled with such glee,
well knowing death of her is death of me,
and knowing well, our end will make the news.
And as Poe's Raven
tap's here on our door.
I use her cutlery
to do my chore.
© 2002 ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet