Some of my best work Comes out of the blue-- Don't ask me To Explain it to you! I can't And I won't And I wouldn't want to. Some alien poetic mind Causes my mind to perk And I end up Writing down thoughts From the seat of my pen. I don't know when-- I really don't know how-- And, I can't say I'm great But hey--I try. So do me a favor And just read the words. Take them as they are And judge them for yourself-- Be you pauper or czar-- For I do the same After my pen has ceased flying And I assess the damage That the ink has wrought And my notebook bares. So, please don't stare For meaning sought-- All I know is: These words came.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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