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Down with Poetry by John J. Smiley Wednesday, January 27, 2010 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan wait, maybe not!
My dislike of poetry has no end These authors of rhyme I do not call friend. These jugglers of words to tempo and time; Leave me empty and soulless, searching for reason, In each and every country and season. A story is better and fills the heart With metaphor and allegory playing their part. With beginning and middle and end I am sure A story with strength is sure to endure. Writing a story that binds is good reason To continue to write in each country and season. A tale of love, or fear or hate In words straight forward into the pate, Is best told in a form that’s easy to read And sends its message for all to heed. And authors of stories are near to my heart Where poems and sonnets seem to bruise and smart. Upon re-inspection perhaps I am wrong, For this excursion of rhyme has hit a new gong. The noise in my head is starting wane Perhaps this poem has something to gain. I’ve been wrong before, it’s has been said. Well for heaven sake, poems may not be dead. Well to all those whose prose has rhythm and rhyme I’ve now given much thought, in this short time. Please forgive and forget that I’ve said such things As poetry stinks and has no reason To be in any country or season. Take heed that this verse is for recreation And not to exclaim my own versification. With this I take leave, and leave in your pot, Against all odds, a poet, I’m not. So now I’ve changed in thoughts of these People who words rhyme and tease. Be this for sure I may try once more, To take an adventure with this mighty chore, To set down a verse, with rhyme and reason, For all to herald, in each country and season.

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Reviewed by Richard Bowers	11/17/2012

Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts, What scale and tools do I collect with, What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness. Are the ages of my father come to bear, Or will be for next generation’s benefit: And for sure hope luck to smile a lot, Unless I weaken in devotion, That I harbor this pretext, Where course is subject to a wanton age. Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond: Valiant person have surpassed our time.