Others write them;
I just read them
And recite them:
Recite the poems that others write.
But my own I cannot fashion,
Though I keep trying
With a passion
To write a poem that's mine.
Will I ever quit this trying?
Trying, trying,
Failing sighing,
Trying a poet to become?
No, I'm sure I shall not quit it;
I'll keep trying
'Till I get it,
'Till a poet I become.
If I keep my mind upon it,
Perhaps some day I'll write a sonnet;
Then all the world at last will know it,
That I have become a poet.
Please tell me what you think
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i love this...i think maybe you are a poet my friend..a fine one too
bravo
T
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Great poem!!! I never wrote before I found this allpoetry site and I just came to read. Then one day I decided to write apoem. Well, almost 4 years later and I am still writing and enjoying the new friends I have met here. Thanks for sharing your poem and I hope you keep writing. It does a mind good. You take care, Sandy.
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light, whimsical, nice
I really like this, Mr. P. It's light, whimsical and rings oh so true.
How's everything in South Louisiana? As I recall you're in Lake Charles, correct?
Oh..and a happy valentine's day to you.
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All is OK here in Lake Charles, but I'm getting out of town tomorrow to go to Virginia for a while to babysit with my two grandchildren 5 and 6. My wife and I will fly out of Lake Charles tomorros A.M. I am glad to be getting out of town for a while.
Sincerely,
Hardy Parkerson - Retired Lawyer, Lake Charles
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