Let Me Not Nonsense, Pen
Let me not nonsense, pen!
One-liners, jokes, do I dread.
The carnival of forms, far too
many.
Some not poetry, at all.
About as good as "Henny-Penny!"
.
Sounding like echoing laughter in
an empty hall.
The murder of our beautiful English
language, banal and cold as an empty,
plastic mall.
.
Or overdone with oh so, impressive
words from our great Thesaurus.
Better to read famous poetry, with your
red cat, Morris!
.
Truth, soul, God, do they really matter?
Sadly, not really~ if on the floor, truth
is shredded, lying in dirt, in tatters!
.
When a human life ends and you refuse to
shed a tear.
You no longer are a poet, just about as
human as an empty can of beer!
2/25/2021
~1~
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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