Like the surf in a real life ocean
there is always the air of devotion.
I reveal now my thirst
that I want to be first
on the road paved with self-promotion.
Having never spent time after birth
of a poem to judge what it's worth
I don't snip, cut or fiddle
with the end or the middle
thus my poems, they stay down to earth.
All the critics give wonderful speeches
they forget though that each poem reaches
through their magic and power
not the ivory tower
but the people in parks and on beaches.
So the words of the scholars, so loud
are not heard through the ears of the crowd.
what's the use of a book
in that Amazon look
if it's only the mother who's proud?
What is hatched as a poem, then written
could be seen as a small fluffy kitten.
Does it matter if pets
are approved by their vets
or the folks who write poems, the smitten?
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dangers-of-writing-poetry-limerick/
