A Redundant Poem

It is true that poetry is not for meek

like 10-pound dumbbells are not for the weak

cuz these days most people like poems that rhyme,

that shake and sing and don’t take much time,

simple and silly like this one right here,

the lines designed to be pleasing to the ear.

Not like the bards of the tortured cross

who sometimes bled lyrics that went more like this

…a little bit over here

and then some different stuff over there,

the lines uneven, the words a bit longer,

multifarious to the palate like sushi and saké

not easy for the loins like tequila and tacos.

I do love the carrying rhyme of a song

provided it pleases my passion and isn’t done wrong,

but the honey, the zest, of just words on a page

will always call out to my lust-thumping gauge,

for what would it mean if poets are forgotten,

for music to be the one way rhyme is gotten?

Sure I am not, but I hope it won’t happen,

that mere words on a page don’t get a shellackin’.

Though song beats and singin’ do bring us much glee,

words on a page are the best thing there be.

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Published by: crucifixionqueen

Full-time freelance developmental editor and evaluator, writer, mom, know-it-all. I have an MFA in fiction from NC State University, an MA from Manhattanville College, and a BA from SUNY Purchase. I'm here to make the world a better place.

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