Long Proofread Poems

[A few years ago, I wrote this poem “On Writing Poetry” for creative writing students. I hesitated to put it on Poetry Soup, but I did some revisions and decided to share it with you....

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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Dearest Poets of All Ages,
Welcome to the unique magic of poetry!
I may disqualify myself by saying I don't like using the term modern as it usually implies that we are smarter, more advanced, better than...

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Some entrants think I am overly officious, even mean
That’s all right with me, I know I can be rather picky,
So, here are some guidelines when submitting to me
If you follow them carefully, you’ll find me...

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The kindred spirit, whisks towards the moon. 
I no longer fear it, for the night is soon. 
A ghost full of rage, springs for the sun. 
As I turn the page, the scripts almost done....

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When I lose everything
And don't know where to go
You'll know I'm thinking
You have the remedy, you'll know
Fold me, fold me
Like an envelope
I don't really see
I can only hope
Fold me, fold me 
Like an envelope
You've got...

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To walk a mile in ones shoes,
Takes more then a glance,
Hold close with no excuse,
To give sympathy a chance.

As the journey is more than a window,
It has a house to build on,
Carrying the past as...

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TEA BREAK POEMS

Last year I wrote a book of poems you see,
so I could believe that it was really me.
I thought that I could edit,
mistaken was I to take such credit!

I sent it through by...

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Each morning I take a full dose of poetry
Reading and evaluating the New Poems List,
I thoroughly enjoy the amount of diversity
Even while shaking my head, you get my gist.

Reading and evaluating the New Poems List
I’m...

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Ok, so your poetry can be what you want
but most of this drivel belongs in the dump.
Most of my poems are bad, i admit, 
and like this one, they'll go in the garbage bin.
But sometimes...

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The Consequences of Typos

By Elton Camp

A typo can be far from a minor thing
Discredit and rejection it can bring
See what such errors might have meant
And if these would have gone to print

This book from Papa...

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None of us are in a classroom, we’re way past junior high.
There’s no need to be snarky, so come back down from the sky.

This site is for those who dabble in the poetry art.
When you...

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“It is what it is” works like a charm --
One could say “it’s what it’s,” no harm,
For "it’s" stands for “it is,” in the grammar book
A fact every careful writer should not overlook.
“Its stand is...

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SpellCeckers, Down!
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I’m Spellcheckers.  I’ll read your mind,
Starting always from two lines behind.
So, you’ll use up all your time
Going back to proofread every line, 
Not for your errors, but for mine.

I’m a pure-bred SpellCheckers....

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Readers acknowledge first lines as vital
Nothing grabs attention like a snappy title
People dislike poems that do not rhyme
Criticizing writers for committing a “crime”
How I hate being hated for being me
Now I see, for I, is...

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A poem drifts through the mind,
Fleetingly at first, then settles in
Lingering, until a place it finds
Among its rhyming verses’ kin.
A poem seeks the fertile ground
Where it can come to full fruition.
The poet when its words...

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I watch as time goes by
Idly I might add
No sense to evermore deny
Rather more I am glad

They say time is given
They say time I mustn’t waste
To only agree time to be certain
For its time I’m...

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Do your fingers ever write faster
Than your brain thinks of the words?
You discover incomplete sentences
That do not mean what you thought.
You find that you’ve omitted a verb
And so, your phrase has no action,
A modifier left...

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We're not papers in crime
Nothing to be discussed
Of what it was
Favor bliss of an epic 
And it's verdict
But you fill those empty spaces
Of empty scratches
Of empty me
You give proofread of who I really am
And it's successes
You're...

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