Before and After
I didn't find PSoup,
no, PSoup found me
I was a poet from my birth,
just not the poet I could be
Before coming to PSoup,
I was a message poet with my own style;
the words I delivered
could make you sad, could make you smile
I could make you sit down,
I could make you dance
I could make you want to throw hands,
I could make you want to catch romance
I knew how to mix my words,
I knew how to adjunct nouns, adjectives and verbs
And heaven help the poor soul that got on my nerve
All that being said from the son of a poet king,
a true poet knows that he doesn't know everything
Before coming to PSoup,
in terms of poetic forms, I didn't have a clue,
I didn't have an inkling
Terza rima, what??!!
Sapphic stanza, who??!!
After coming to PSoup,
I found out there were so many
poetic forms I never knew
But this is the best tasting part of my unlearned fondue,
I got to sample some mighty fine poetry
from the minds and hearts of all of you
So many styles and variety:
haiku and senryu, sonnet and ballad,
choka and jeuju, villanelle and etheree
I truly thank PSoup,
It has broadened the stroke of my pen
I can now put my message
in whatever size bottle that words can get stuffed in
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