Short Editors Poems
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Sometimes we write many drafts
about who we want to be in our thoughts,
only to realize we've become editors
in other's people's lives.....
For weak rhymes not hewn strong enough
A stick and straw’s not the right stuff
Who’ll huff and puff blow
Down constructions we know?
The editors howling so tough
Why stop at 100
If I am 100
Then Congratulations
You are the
Best
Top
No 101
Credit where Credit
Is
Overdue
I choose to put you Through
Editors
What they recommend
Fight with words
Is irritating
Exceptions
In humor
Your accomplishments
Will remain unseen
Family biases
Editors
Are not really friends
Editors
Use my words
What they recommend
Trump A Competitor Predator
Trump thinks his worst competitors
Are news reporters as well as editors
Media who will run around in masses
By believe latest person who passes
Actions are typical of people predators.
NATURES EDITORS
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natures editors...
the four seasons... spring corrects...
summer proofreader...
autumn... the publisher...
winter.. tipp-ex whiteouts...
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The greatest skill a writer learns
Is licking stamps on envelopes,
And what goes out, too soon returns:
A boomerang of battered hopes.
Revise, rewrite, submit once more,
Until your tongue is dry
From posting manuscripts that bore
The editors who (won’t/can’t) say why.
A revised version of Alice was up for grabs in the clutches of my mind.
With a wizened worldly white rabbit, drinking mushroom tea of a new kind.
I began plotting and scheming a plot that would flabbergast, awe and bind.
The others editors had no imagination, so I finally said “Oh, never mind!”
I am working on a new anthology
Which I will publish eventually,
If my editors view it approvingly
But, if not, I want their apology,
For they don’t recognize quality
And they won’t like me, probably,
When my book gains notoriety,
And I become a huge celebrity!
Written August 24, 2022
My poems are written
only to be bitten
by draculen editors
who are literary predators,
tearing apart from the heart
of poems carefully drafted
and hours crafted
and sent by mail
only to fail
at the desk of jaws
who with large paws,
piles them in a heap,
calling rejection cheap,
not caring who will weep.
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
In days Paleolithic
The news was often horrific
People eaten by monsters terrific
Or trampled in mammoth jams of traffic
Newspapers were chiseled in stone
Picture it: hot news petrified even when it sizzles
Editors called in news headlines by bone
Saying, “ Hold it. . .stop the chisels!! “
Professional editors and writers
sorted through the content.
They found Christmas as
the primary source for
both
thanksgiving and New Years.
they also found
that by allowing the poorest folk
to make money during this time of year
helps generate local economies.
Founded through the changes
and sorted through
the strains.
The Better Man
by Michael R. Burch
Dear Ed: I don’t understand why
you will publish this other guy—
when I’m brilliant, devoted,
one hell of a poet!
Yet you publish Anonymous. Fie!
Fie! A pox on your head if you favor
this poet who’s dubious, unsavor
y, inconsistent in texts,
no address (I checked!):
since he’s plagiarized Unknown, I’ll wager!
Listen to poem:
Double Feature
David J Walker
Every today
And
Every tonight
10,000 ways to
To capture each in
High gloss
Black & White
All in sequenced order
When touched turned into a
Moving motion picture
Framed in Technicolor
While I take my seat
At the border
Repeating the lines
That were mine
Now printed and cut
The best left on the
Editors floor
And still,
I come back for more
Another double feature
With my name framed
In the lights of the Marque