Carolyn Fish Poet Rhyme

The Beer Summit of 2009

He said, he said
I am history it is not dead.
I do testify,
that they ask for more than an alibi.
My face alone! Metal to bone.
See how their discretions lie,
as trampled footpaths to my home.

He said, he said,
Division lives, but not in my head.
Privileged accusation.
It is MY face and my proud vocation
under fire.
Who is the liar?
Inflamed again with grand oration,
successors of the hateful choir.

I said, I said,
I don't know what it's like to be dead.
But I do know well,
of those who get kissed and tell,
Nay Preach! All to well,
Of tension that, but for their word,
Would cease to live, to hell return.

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Collin Wolfer January 7, 2017 at 3:27 AM Awesome. I have finally read through all your work. You are extremely gifted. I honestly thought that my stuff was good yet your stuff is better--mainly because of your creative storylines. The most brief way to describe your strengths; Blunt and honest internal thoughts, relatable feelings and sensations, detailed stories, and excelent timing on usage of great words. Shoot me an email sometime [email protected] i would love to discuss your work further. Great stuff! Carolyn Fish January 7, 2017 at 2:01 PM Thank you very much! And yes, I'd love to talk poetry with you, I'll hit your inbox sometime, glad you enjoyed!

Doug Vinson January 2, 2017 at 2:49 PM Indeed, Carolyn, valid experience, and I think at the 'summit' quite a bit of understanding was reached, i.e. that both guys were stressed and could have handled things better. In the long run, if there was a loser, it was Obama, who in effect took a big step backward. Or, the cosmos itself, i.e. good grief, they only had one beer? Carolyn Fish January 2, 2017 at 2:56 PM Agreed