I Am Becoming

I Am Becoming (Not Like a Woman) Maybe they might have been meticulous And were also an erudite and ubiquitous With poetic majesty and so much splendor That are rough or at times also tender. Should I be a Shakespeare, Shelley or Keats With all of their minds mine quite often meets Also famous Frost and then truly Thoreau Into one of them one day I'm sure to grow. Then that night someone called my poems trash But resembled thinking of Will Rogers and Nash Now, would all of my poems I have to amend? So with all of theirs mine can surely contend. This poem apparently went way over your head And will be asleep soon in my nice, new bed As usual poems will be pulling at the seams Wanting to become part of all of my dreams. How I hated to put all of you down like this If single one of my poems you were to miss You would have missed something fantastic Which were found one day ending up a classic. I will also truly promise without advent of fail To some of you poems will not attempt to email Being as busy as I know all of you all are While I am becoming a shining rising star. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran