Tribute To Every New Poem

Here on poetrysoup, the newest poem, pops up on-screen like the latest off-shoot, or newborn babe or like a newest floral bud, in the orchards of poetry. Or like a fresh wave of words crashing and cresting upon the turf For all and sundry to view, enjoy and surf! Or ha ha, even like linguistic kernels that pop like popcorn in the crockery of poetrysoup with different flavors to choose from, to reveal what's been cooking in the minds. Some indeed spiced-up, some spicy some acidic or buttery all of 'em', more or less with melody. Or the newest poetry is to put it more exquisitely, is a fragrant flower just bloomed in the bedecked bowers of poetry Or to say, each latest poem pops on screen Like pop goes the weasel For poems pop up like meerkats but on the lookout for friends instead of foes. Ah, and then they might wait for the honey and jam of comments and perhaps even the bitter gourd of criticism, for healthy constructive criticism is like any bitter pill vital to health. You're lucky if the doctors of poetry refrain from prescribing chits of bitter pills to swallow, Or opted for sugar-coated ones for which you heave a sigh of relief you didn't receive, blunt sharp critique! As I prefer sugar coated pills in all matters. Yet if they do administer the wrong dose out of sheer bias and prejudice, you can always give them a taste of their own medicine, if you wish to be vengeful and impudent Or you can forgo, overlook and be lenient For my poetry is meant to be tasteful and gentleness is nice. Harshly insensitive reviews can leave a sour after taste in the mouth. As I'm habituated to taking sugar coated pills. A biased person could never appreciate my poetry. Let's taste and try out all the varied variety of curries and broths of muse out here... Let's all appreciate the different flavours that simmer in the poetry soup melting pot, many cooking up delectable foods for thought...