My Fellow Poets

Does not matter what they say.. Poetry is easy but it’s not poetry… Hallmark cliché is not a poem I am afraid.. You can spot a poet.. By their words… Spilt from lips with gusto and fervor! Grotesquerie gavottes meandering rodents! Leaving bubonic parasitic critiques! Would you tell a painter how to paint!? The pallet they should weave, hehehe… They’re so underrated, non unique, sad pathetic ghouls drifting morose, through the catacombs of their souls, now chests hollow as is their home, to breath or hear or feel…. nevermore- If you’re a poet I care naught your words, if you’re a poet I care knot your form, if you’re a poet I care not your sword, I care that you lachrymose inked your scrawl, and no one can rate and criticize art, if they hate your work, remember, they are critics not artist, ask yourself, one simple solitary question…… Is it better than a soup can? Wink* I am supposed to statuesque a poet/poetess; But it is not poetry if it is not left to be subjective, that’s Hallmark and I am not interested in cards, I am interested in filling hearts or tearing them apart, metaphorical a woman on here I met is a rampart, mellifluous canary with crystalline shards her arc, shooting through the night, a bright light in the dark, mahogany bonfire in the nigh, ember in the minds eye.