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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

Date: 2/8/2020 8:55:00 PM

This is wonderful Peter! xomo

Peter Onyancha
Date: 2/10/2020 3:41:00 AM

Many thanks Maureen. I also eat your poems for lunch many a time

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 2/3/2020 11:47:00 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
Date: 2/10/2020 3:42:00 AM

Thanks Darlene, I am Kenyan. Where we say Habari and asante...for your good words

Peter Onyancha

Date: 2/3/2020 1:55:00 AM

Thanks for feeling the pinch, Wolf. I sometimes writers feel without ryhme they are doomed, yet not so.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/2/2020 7:03:00 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
Date: 2/10/2020 3:46:00 AM

Thank you, Gershon Wolf.