If you don’t like my writings, then say so
Because, they constitute the truth but so,
They hurt your feelings if they are blunt to
Say things straight from my heart ! If so
Then we don’t see eye to eye so
Shall I write in poetry not in verse for so
It might please you to have stopped me so!
It takes time to pen or key a few words of
Appreciation, which might not be of
Your liking, for I don’t believe in sycophancy
To speak true and from my heart would fancy
Me so! To kill talent might be you fancy,
But then talent might not be killed through fancy!
To appreciate the skies blue requires the eye
Of a poet, but you have the eye
Of a rock. To see emotion aye
Troubles you, but aye,
My desire is to pen my feelings, aye
You might not read poetry, but aye,
Speak out so that your feelings are dead!
For who might tutor a heart rustic and crude,
It needs a life of song and poetry!
To write in prose might suit your style,
But, I would write a poem to satisfy
My will to express my deepest thoughts!
A man who is not a poet is dead to
Emotions, but a poet lives in Emotions!
Would that you be musical enough, would
That you appreciated the song of the poet!
While prose might be the pastime of the crude,
For me, poetry would souls arouse,
For, to sing a song of life be a need,
For you to stumble through words of
Flattery be the goal of life! Let me
Be, for will I write gladly, a song for you!