OH, fun, fun, fun,.......running amok on the poetic playing fields......getting pulled over and asked for my "Poetic License".....
Who’s in Charge Here Alas, past poets hid their angst stored it in poetic banks deep vaults nurtured and then fed the hearts and minds of those who led a revolution harsh and crass that shouted you can kiss my ass. I shall vent, and roar and laugh again at all your rules “Hallmarkian”. and then I’ll smote thee with devices to cover up my cherished vices scatter words across your senses awaken dreams poke sticks at demons place a picture in your mind that makes you slowly look behind curtains filtering your light. six broken eggs mother nature’s omelet blended harmony ©5/25/2017 submitted to – Contemporary Poetry – Poetry Contest
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