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Judge Not - I'll do it myself

Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster The words a swirling dance that will not cluster They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum And midst the overflowing verse – coerce The pen to change its ever-destined course And drop a not so nearly rhyming line Though Shakespeare dropped one in from time to time Thus, do I sit like Howdy’s Mister Bluster Grumbling in metronomic fluster Tapping out the pentagrams iambic Trembling beneath my use-less panic Thus do I shout: “Damn Shakespeare’s sonnet” Were I a dog I think I’d pee upon it

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Date: 9/5/2024 5:28:00 AM
Hello John, What a delightful read and yes we are our own poets, breaking the rules and creating something unique. I really enjoyed reading your poem this morning. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Date: 9/4/2024 9:40:00 PM
That's the attitude, John. Tell that Shaky Spear where he can go with tired sonnets! Why, he's no better than a 3rd-rate organ grinder, in my opinion... LMAO. Love this!
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Date: 9/4/2024 11:43:00 AM
Don’t you just hate it when that happens. I so love that last couplet ;-)
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