This Is A Poem
This is a poem
Based on the want
Of it being one
So I nay will promise you
That it will goodly be
Just that it will
Not so much forced
But willed because
I am that as good
As to form a thing
Of this nature
Into being
And if that strikes you
Like arrogance
I will simply say
You are wrong
For I am as good
As that
Where poetry
Is concerned
With but a single word
At random choice
Given time enough
If even minutes short
I can quickly write
A goodly work
Nay not always so
Some words stymie me
But more so yes
Than no indeed
This is a poem
Based on the want
Of it being one
And here and now
I'll loudly proclaim
This want is good
And I rightly willed
This very such
Into being
For any who
Should care to read of it
Charles Petrie
On the whole...I like it...save the ending, that's not my best ending. But, here, in the wastelands, the desert of my bloggings...it will do nicely.
Despite that truth...I'll be back tomorrow and he day after that, and so on and so on...well, you get the point.
Tomorrow.


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