For Langston Hughes
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
What sends them Harvard poets
I just couldn't do it, Sir:
They'll never give me a Pulitzer.
What tickles them Yale poets
Just leaves me sad an' a grievin':
What tickles them Yale poets
Leaves me sad an' a grievin':
Never seen no Birch trees
On a snowy evenin'.
Then Oxford poets got they poems
An' I gots mine...
So I'll be movin' on, Langston
Movin' down the line....
Michael Ellis
Categories:
pulitzer, america, discrimination, judgement, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Be Awarded a Pulitzer Prize
Why would anyone my poems want to annihilate?
They only contain friendship, humor and no hate
And are designed to meet each and every need
To you many words of knowledge try to feed.
Experiences have often occurred and taken place
And also many times music may have to face
They may either beckon you or then hesitate
What will be nest step to make my poem great?
All of a sudden did feel a desire as it was surging
Was ultimately God Himself who had been urging
Me on to another poem for me to try and create
No longer either putting of or I having to wait.
What I did was write with my heart and soul
Fully aware that for me God's greatest goal
Was provide poets that others would surprise
By ending up being awarded a Pulitzer Prize.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
pulitzer, allegory, analogy, appreciation, encouraging,
Form: Couplet
sixties creation ~*~
fashionable and stylish
modesty and sun ~*~
reflects the designed lure
femininity captures ~*~
Written by James Fraser for Constance's contest 'The Sundress'
Categories:
pulitzer, imagination, inspirational
Form: Tanka