Ed Morris Poet Light Verse

Poetry That Isn'T

What wafting of wisdom! Such saccharine sound!
Deft diction’s depictions, opaque and profound!
So ruminants rumble and mumble and seek
To mine out much marrow, obtuse and oblique.

My constant conundrum’s more crude and perverse:
I strive not to retch at such wretched non-verse.
Fair finery flops if its form foully flows:
Each clash, pull, and smash smells of emperor’s clothes.

You poets who pass pompous prose off as poem,
Go home!

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Jan Allison December 31, 2018 at 12:41 PM lol ed I am totally with you, a subject close to my heart lol:-)Great rhyme and the ending is fun (although the way I pronounce poem doesn't rhyme with home lol) Happy New Year:-) hugs Jan xx Ed Morris December 31, 2018 at 12:54 PM I wrote this one about 10 years ago. Since then I've actually thought about changing the last word to "hoem" to bring out the irony of complaining about clashes and pulls and then using such a questionable rhyme myself, but I decided to let it stand in its original, more subtle form. :-)