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To The Gods Of Poetry
By La Belle Rouge


they dwell on mysterious Mount Onlyus
where they reign as Great Gods Of Poetry
everything they pen is precise perfection
if you don’t believe it, just ask one of the
chosen few who rule the domain far below
anything commoners write is so mundane
a collection of clichés, deeply disappointing
and doggedly disdainful to the sensibilities
of those who use the F word as carelessly
and often as “The” or “And” in preposterous
poetry that makes sense to themselves alone
shock value can only go so far in literature
before it becomes merely mundane clichés
of Poetry Gods who have fallen far from
or never risen to the pinnacle of their craft
but don’t know it, or flatly refuse to admit it
they expect worship of their words while
their thunderbolts dissect verses of others
though I cannot tear another’s work apart
in the deceptive guise of “Helpful suggestions”
this is an effort to enlighten the Poetry Gods
to the painful reality; they aren’t divine yet!
Of course they won’t appreciate the effort
since Mount Onlyus is too far above lowlands
to even hear any voices other than their own



8/17/2013 La Belle Rouge