What did we do to shy you away?

Where are the artists of yesterday?

Poetry is diction and directing desires.

So why must you all be such liars? 

Using my title as your own,

When nary an original thought have you sown? 

When had you last fought for a rhyme? 

Where did you agonize over the meter of your line? 

Is your thesaurus as essential as your pen? 

What makes you better than any other blogger then!?!

I try to read in order to be read.

But I leave your pages feeling dread. 

Yet that alone would be allotted,

If that were only the mood you had plotted!

Stream of consciousness 

Is rightly permitted.

If that's where effort ends 

you must be dimwitted. 

I fear that poetry,

As well as our two dimensioned fellows,

Have fallen into the abstract minimal

post modernists' hell holes. 

Bring life back to lyrics

And lust back in poems of love.

For your rhythmless phraseology

Needs more than a gentle shove.

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©Jsar  01/16/2021 01:32am in a fit of rage.