Alas, about to smash her pen,
Fool that she is~ thinking, oh so
wrongly,
That comments "make"a poem,
a gem? Why no! Hardly!
Hapless, foolish poetess!
Where are your brains?
You know your poem is more than good.
Stop looking for personal fame!
You need a fan club to honor
your work?
(and yes, some do demand it,
total poetic jerks!)
Just knock off being so
superciliously arrogant!
Your poetry is a gift to you~
From God in heaven.
Now!In all humility~ get on with it.
September 24, 2019
*** A special thank you to Matthew Amish for
alerting me to the typo in the title...PR***
Categories:
superciliously, confusion, god, humorous, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
Feign dressed and superciliously arrayed
Grudgingly part of this grotesque parade
Want to obliterate this consummation
Do not want to have a confrontation
Breast fed by conformity
Only digesting obscurity
Need the God of my salvation
Rescue from sin and its degradation
Thank you Lord for who you have provided
Pray we may never more be divided
What God above has blessed
Differs greatly from the rest
Bless now our Endeavour
As we await the coming hour
Categories:
superciliously, lifegod, god,
Form: Couplet