Matched Each Other
Matched Each Other
While often writing and here waiting
Wondering what my mind should be relating
To some subject which will be the best
People will love forever and never detest.
Why won't poets, a comment try to make
Afraid it may cause much pain and heartache;
Worry them about my poems I have chosen
How poorly is their start as well as closing.
Many prophets and poets prefer profane
But to me this simply is only mundane
Off many walls, paths and out of thin air
With an outrageous attitude of I don't care.
Then there are tanks referred to as septic
Like poems put together that are epic
Unless writer will start paving the way
And preparing us for what he has to say.
We always grow older when age increases
And now can only absorb bits and pieces
So take your time and small doses send
Every thing will start to blend in the end.
Much of this might be subject to debate
How long does green poet have to hesitate
Before we are attracted by his anxiety
Which we have appeased by our sobriety.
Could go on and on and on even more
I like and prefer poem but you deplore
Maybe with my efforts will start to gamble
What is needed for my poems to unscramble?
End up with simple case of pick and choose;
Add more to the deluge and it can confuse;
Will follow each poet's card game golden rule
Look out for loaded deck and don't lose your cool.
Once the ground, you gently start to land
And adorable horizon just have scanned
What came your way was only fair weather
Now that minds and poems are matched together.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
I don't anticipate or expect any comments regarding
this poem. Only one super duper poetry souper will
understand what I am referring to and talking about
and coming from. Won't you?
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
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