Nobbled Poems

And the Winner Is

It is quite pleasing to cheers
That my unknown peers
Have already written their master piece
And with it, they're well pleased;
Some of them, if not all,
Are waiting for the final call;
Yet, here I am still forcing little hand
To grab the silvery pen
That grandpa used in signing his will,
To explore my own skill;
But, the candle shape fingers picked
A fine-rolled scented stick,
Which I lit;
For I couldn't resist it;
Poisoning the fragile mind
And the words I can't find;
For I unwittingly nobbled the chance,
'Cos I didn't glance
What it was trying to convey,
And now, I keep my spirits at bay;
If, I wrote nothing, still
I won't lose courage and will
To see the name of my unknown peer,
Whose writing steer
Word travelers, by fascinating poetry
Uncovered by the quill of glory;
Possessing charm and style
That makes the judges smile;
And after I read it, I say "Well Done!"
For years pass by, its message won't be gone.