Nuts in the Soup

I wrote these lines 7 years ago, slightly edited today. Perhaps they have more meaning now than they did then. "There are so many nuts in the soup!" That's what I hear and see and it's not absurd. Some poets add a pinch of spice now and then, from their wit and the sharpened nib of a pen. Nutty little writers who bring us smiles and fill the soup pot with toilet humor about 'poop.' Make no mistake, they have other poetic skills. The almonds release the sorrow in their heart. Somewhere in the past, it's been torn apart. They write of delicate words and expressions, that bleed from pens with sorrowful confessions. Honor their heartbreak and courage they unfold for what may have been hidden, can now be told. Cashew writers are lightly roasted and salty but never do I find their poems boring or faulty. Cashew poets are artists, painting like Descartes. Their palettes laden with deep colorful thoughts, not simply to be amusing, but are often confusing I satirize in pun of those who hide behind pretense, but I admire cashews and come to their defense. Pecans are hard nuts but worth the time to crack. Some turned rancid, their hard hulls molded black. I take no pleasure of any measure from those whose words are transparent and overly exposed. I prefer to read poems that are like sweetmeats, sonnets and verses, served to us as poetic treats, written by hands choosing not to conceal emotions that reveal tenderness and depth of love's devotion. What kind of nut is it, who always seems to think some poets posting here are wasting time and ink? They feel their poems should be crowned "the best." Please, you haughty criticizing boasters, give it a rest. Some poets here could eat your scrawls for dinner, leaving you in tears, thinking you should be the winner. You are the PS peanuts, nigglers of the kitchen lot. No peanuts have ever added flavor to the soup pot. I've been hearing that there are nutty, naughty trolls who like jumping into blogs and taking control. Nuts who lie in anticipation beneath the bridge, to harass and beleaguer others. This a poetry site, where blogs shouldn't be used to attack or fight. Bullies swim in packs, with quips they think are clever. Feeding off each other is not a constructive endeavor. Poets should be able to post without reservation of comments that may cause them grief or frustration. It's ok if you think my opinion doesn't count for much because I've cooked in this kitchen using a crutch. I've slipped a few times and fallen but I got back up with helping hands of friends when I was banged up. We should be supportive, so call me a nut, and I'll say, "Thanks a bunch for noticing. That makes my day." Some will shake a finger at me in angry derision, and that's ok, too. It's a matter of subjective vision. I'm saying what some poets feel needs to be said, "We don't feed the egos of those who want to be fed."