
I admire all the aims of Free Verse,
In all I write rightly explicit
Regardless of stress and of meter
And with CAPITAL LETTERS to boot.
One onwards plods petty, proasic*,
Even worse, with linguistic abuse,
As for spelling, why, rules and times changing,
No core...erections once inked I think fair.
Terpsichore would be dumb could not dance,
Prose to accent and scansion stays deaf,
While to harmony all seems averse
Calls on cue for vain ego's applause.
Free Verse tractor drives, pastures green
Are ploughed to prepare literary
Slums which spurn mental gymnastics
Burning faith in fair future hopes held.
"There is no poetry in money,
No money in poetry" either,
As returns fall returns must increase,
Squeezing readers', booksellers' illusions.
This rant could continue for years
with cadence most messy maintained,
with readership bored into tears ...
Oops ! There's rhyme unintended ! Oh curse !









. You seemed to have added or rather removed the limitations of dictionaries to free verse.

Heyyy...
Free verse, capital letters, the quote I love from Robert Graves, "Burning faith in fair future hopes held"...Yep, seems like I fit the shoe remarkably well.
Wanda



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