Peter Onyancha Poet Blank verse

Poets Who Pinch

I know poets
Who pinch
Who have no time for rhyme
Yet their music tics

You read the poem
Eat each word
Garnished with wit
And marvel at it

Some pens will melt
Mess with ink
And sink your soul
without a rhyme

There is witchcraft of words
Inside the jungle
Where letters grow
And dreamers go

It is never a crime
If you never ryhme
Time after time
You can even mime

Attack from the heart
Let the wizard loose
Go into darkness
And dine with the soul

I know poets
Who pinch
Who have no time for rhyme
Yet their music tics

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 8, 2020 at 8:55 PM This is wonderful Peter! xomo Peter Onyancha February 10, 2020 at 3:41 AM Many thanks Maureen. I also eat your poems for lunch many a time

Darlene De Beaulieu February 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM Hello Peter Onvancha,you know not all poets and poetess rhyme their poetry.You have an unusual last name.What nationality are you? Have a nice day my friend. Peter Onyancha February 10, 2020 at 3:42 AM Thanks Darlene, I am Kenyan. Where we say Habari and asante...for your good words

Peter Onyancha February 3, 2020 at 1:55 AM Thanks for feeling the pinch, Wolf. I sometimes writers feel without ryhme they are doomed, yet not so.

Gershon Wolf February 2, 2020 at 7:03 PM Ingenious verse, Peter. I like where you take this topic. Superb treatment of 'poets who pinch!' Such a catchy title too! Best wishes, Gershon Peter Onyancha February 10, 2020 at 3:46 AM Thank you, Gershon Wolf.