Writer Wana Be (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Writer Wana Be
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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*A man stopped me and said you are that guy who thinks he can write* *What form is this, What is the pattern, where is the meter, where is the message, what is the purpose, dumb shit, waste of time, eagle eye,* *Creativity died and so it goes, from stool, to stool, bottle to bottle, free drink to* *Tip, busted head, bleeding lip. Old fools know no better, hate and love the other feller.* Rival lay in yonder straw played Cast there by the dung of a son No purpose to cry or plead Dead the fruit cold the seed Eyes kept facing mold Bible left to unfold Rock on hill spills In quest we seek Our permanent sleep Ground takes the quote Earth and heaven elope In hazard play Emanuel Staid My line and fish Take the bait You the critic Need to wait In ripple deep Your turn will come Roll in the dumb You the son of son Face east bow low Western eyes know Tribute to none Maidens in a row Seven virgins Cold as snow *To consume* *You must die* *Why, hum why* *Pregnant pause* Strange biblical laws Stand in awe of rules

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on January 16, 2007

WoW
the paces of this is power alone
your words strike out and command
poetry like words
can not be confined to rules or laws
it goes beyond and then some
don't be fooled.....keep doing what you are doing!!!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 9, 2007

As always well done...tell that person he must write You a poem and tell him good what you think right back.....lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

'Tho you do not always conform to poetic rules, you know about which you write and tell the tale with words of your own, and do it very well! Let no man put your poems asunder, Walt; what do they know if they don't poetize themselves?

Micke