The Poets Crossroads
I think I’d like to play a game,
where famous poets stake their claim
around a table we’d apply
our crafty words upon the di.
A jumpin’ joint on southern road
where poets gather to unload
their rolling words from dusk till dawn
with bois’trus crowds to cheer them on.
On stage the poets would gather so
with Hughs, Cummings and Edgar Poe,
Will Shakespeare, Yeats and Angelou,
Mark Twain, Frost, Li Bai, and Du Fu.
All would journey to play the game,
called to table, their pride and fame
with fausty judge that talks in rhyme,
haiku panel that measures time.
Night after night excitement grows
when metrists deal their crafty prose
to challenge all their fellow bards
all measured strictly by their yards.
Best brevity’s chocked full and loose
chromatic colors give them spruce
a limb of words that they can strut
but careful now, cause’ they can cut.
It all happens and unfolds,
at poet’s corner and crossroads
don’t believe me, just come and see,
on fun filled website called A.P. 😉
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Link to "All Poetry" Website
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