<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397427" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poet Tried To Shackle My Words</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet tried to shackle my words, <br>as if from every poem<br>the message was stripped, <br>as if nowhere there was any mastery<br>of rhythm and sound to be found</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if I had sold my soul<br>to masses of people reading my verses, <br>as if I live in disrespect<br>to the expertise that a great poet<br>displays in his work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if every line of mine<br>was just a wild cacophony <br>that I had flung together<br>in a utter hurry<br>to shower down on crowds of people.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I while I swam against a tempest sea, <br>sticking to the truth and integrity, <br>trying to find answers to life’s mysteries<br>and problems<br>trying to expose injustice and oppression<br>there was boasting about a elitis clique<br>that totally excludes me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but they were going along the path<br>of political correctness and maybe indifference, <br>being far too scared to ruffle some feathers, <br>writing verses sixty times over and over<br>before they were becoming poems somehow, <br>before their words were catching some magic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">believing that a great poem, <br>is like a jigsaw puzzle, <br>that you have got to unravel<br>with a dictionary, <br>where simple words can fuse together <br>with a own type of magic, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lacking in the ability<br>to find poetry in ordinary things, <br>to create poetry in lines<br>that by themselves fuses together<br>to create something great</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but my words kept on coming, <br>falling into lines, <br>as if designed by a divine presence<br>and by themselves fused <br>into much deeper meaning<br>than I could find with my own abilities.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397427" data-title="A Poet Tried To Shackle My Words de Gert Strydom" data-description="A poet tried to shackle my words, as if from every poem the message was stripped, as if nowhere there was any mastery of rhythm and sound to be found as if I had sold my soul to masses of people reading my verses, as if I live in disrespect to..."></div> </div> </div>

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