Shakespear, Poe, and poets of ancient beginnings...
Would'st they to change their styles aft' reading today's modernist's
poet's works? ...
Nay, nay, nay-...
Never more.
Styles might influence futured beings but who's to say...
What is thy score?
Todays society names a fishing pole aft' a master writer...
What could'st be wronger or even nonbrighter?
T'was that pole named thus for being made o' graphite...
T'was it Poe or Shakespear t'was wrote with graphite that lonely darkened thundered stormy night?
T'was no fear of feared most fright...
Bless thy dreams spent winsomed blight.
B'for o' the night of midnight's light...
Com'th to thee this forthought out sight.
Poems have been written and read long'ed of time...
Metered and counted in ways of rhyme.
Unclad ladies swooned b'neath the midnight's litted moon...
Slept next day since hours of noon.
Poets have been born to write in the day of light...
Many have died since writing master-pieces of the art to inspire to all others a well imagined and appreciated first sighted and gathered delight.
How do thy po-e-tree grow rich in tyme? ...
Planted in the heads and minds of those wanting it to grow and prosper
as like an unmoveable object reaching for the sun's own rays while'st firmly rooted as it stretches thy far reaching climb.
Thy artly quil...
Doth daresay, thrill.
Michael Gale
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