Traditional Poetry and a New Age Poetry

Many a poet I know a fool acting like they know-it-all many a poet I know a tool acting like "Mr Poet-all" unknowingly showing me their knowledge of poetry has boundaries surrounding ideas rebounding around their impounded grounds only seeing the same repeatedly nothing new unfortunately forever under lock and key belittling anything new they see. As a poet I'm not especially traditional more so "special" writing additional my raw and new to poetry style unlike those into poetry awhile so can I now pick the thoughts of a traditional poet know-it-all I believe to be caught in restriction walls appearing to parrot what taught in schools see if I perceive conviction in their cause or robotic perspective their memory stores too Inspect credentials for signs set in stone content or unambitious toward the unknown should I see respect or a moody moan for new styles outside their own zone Seemingly their priority is to teach all to try to be writing unoriginally prevent the mind think free in a strictly stricken view I see crippling you never trying new or seeking something else to do you have regulations on how creativity is written preventing inspiration thus so negatively driven speculating with unchallenged repetition as though been tutored to a limit you're now failing to ascend merited having starved all but within it. So please respect my detected inclination at play but poetry is a creative artform not set in its ways and those paved paths you pace and wear thin were once unpaved before their now adored placing so shouldn't a creative artform progress and not stay there wouldn't it go on new quests paving unpaved or invent realise and find in amaze ways new spaces not be assigned a confined station like railways instead seek to new roads or train to fly the skies cus a closed off mind concealed in a cocoon denies the butterfly wings the room like a inverted narrow mind blinds clues let's preserve and branch from the lay of the track if poetry stays then poetry slacks but if adapts poetry won't wear weak crumble and crack recycling the same will only sink in to the black I don't want to conform to the common or normal because I see it as a creative short fall. So why refuse new styles when you could embrace all poetry? are you a poet or are you a phoney?