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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383362" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Never You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over my decades of sojourn on earth<br>There is but a lesson I've come to<br>learn; <br>Is that you never, never, never quarrel<br>with a poet<br>For he takes you up, puts you in a pot<br>Season you, and finally, he eats you up<br>with his words.<br>His tongue is cursed and poisoned<br>Like a warring deadly disease.<br>DO YOU.. DO YOU.. DO YOU really think<br>That poets are as friendly like you think, <br>Well, listen now friend, let me tell<br>You a little secret about poetry.<br>Like philosophy, it could be quite<br>contradictory.<br>My mentor Mr. Taban Lo Liyong<br>Would say: poetry is not a song<br>That a lover sings to a love of his<br>He only wishes for a bite or a kiss<br>But yet, let us sit and ponder on it<br>Taban was right about poetry; <br>It is a science, with rules like we<br>have in mathematics.<br>Thoughts arranged in lines are<br>called poetry, <br>Nobody writes poetry, <br>You only utter your thoughts<br>With much love for the world.<br>So we can now say poetry and<br>thoughts are one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never let a poet eat you up<br>With his thoughts or his words<br>For in his heart lies an abyss<br>And a void, like we have in Tartarus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Efe+Benjamin">Efe Benjamin</a><div class=q>
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There is but a lesson I've come to
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Is that you never, never, never quarrel
with a poet
For he takes you up, puts you in a pot
Season you, and finally, he eats you up
with his words.
His tongue is cursed ..."></div>
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