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Oh, Don'T Blame Me
Oh, Don't Blame Me! Oh, don't blame me, at times (if I miss better rhymes,) When my thoughts are like Jell-O that doesn't congeal, Must we fault 'rush to judgments,' when they're not ideal? If my poetry fails you, are there far worse crimes? (When I stoop to free verse at the top of my list!) Still, I beg understanding, would honor my muse, Though as readers, of course, you've the 'right' to refuse, Please grant poems, all poets, the 'space' to exist! For the truth is, eyewitnesses, see what they see, And what one is quite sure of another may doubt When dispersions get cast! Is fish Bass or a Trout? But this simple conjecture can bring ecstasy To boy fishing, cane pole, with a bobber and worm On his hook in the wild! I don’t like my mistakes, And won't make others wrong, more inclined to give breaks To one not in my shoes (though sad poetry's germ) I would still let it live, and by grace then evolve (If it can) into 'Beauty' that's new on life's stage! Evolution's the game; man has turned just one page Of the book, we call ‘Life.’ Does the sun still revolve ‘Round the earth in your world? Do we dream what we feel, Claim the ground that we stand on is real or persists? For the 'truth' seems more often the 'truth' man resists! Safe to doubt Satan's real, but does God man the wheel? For a prophet to prophesy someone must hear, A good listener's equally gift in this world. Can best sex be determined by toes that get curled? Might true love too, not always be one you hold dear? A life lived on your feet is one purpose that serves Both the strong and the weak, their home found where they dwell, Life, whatever the weather, prepared for 'farewell!' May all 'poetry' born earn the love it deserves. Brian Johnston May 1st of 2019
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