Wear a helmet made of steel
So publishers’ barbs you do not feel!
Never overexpose your heart
They’ll stand in line to tear it apart!
Practice holding your breath a while
It’s smothering neath the deep slush pile!
Shoulder pads wouldn’t go astray
Rest assured you’ll need them one day!
Don’t get discouraged; don’t give up
Sometimes it only amounts to luck!
Protect your words; they belong to you
Follow your heart whatever you do!
And lastly the best advice I’ve got…
Believe in yourself no matter what!
© Annabel Sheila
asa
This was priceless for any writer or would be writer. Loved it.
Mary
My head's hard as a rock
My heart is protected
By an emotional lock
My breathing is easy
Unless I am runnning
Won't fall for the publisher's
Guile and cunning
I can't be discouraged
A fact that can't be denied
Attempting to be published
I heve never even tried
I believe in myself
I think I write swell
But the cold hearted fact is
I'm lazy as hell
Patrick
Cute too..
Teresa
Deborah
And good luck… We all need that too. Very few writers ever make a buck at it. BTW, poetry books don't sell. That's why my publisher refuses to publish them.
Ron
budd
Good, realistic poem, though.
Mark