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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=579507" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Is Not A Confessionam Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is not a confessional poem<br>I confess that I have written this<br>Not a romantic poem<br>Under the watch of the archangel of Blake’s vision<br>A l=a=n=g=u=a=g=e= p=o=e=m=<br>A loaf Of poem a gallon Of words a pint Of letters<br>A so-so go for broke poem<br>So so son and so said<br>An acrostic poem<br>None near Aim to be called<br>Mindfully toward the Eternity of the thing<br>An epitaph poem<br>He lays David E. Patton<br>Never one to believe in heaven<br>So when he dies he did spy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A free verse poem<br>A sonnet poem<br>A know it all poem for the masses<br>This is not a minute poem<br>A didactic poem<br>A tongue poem<br>A villanelle poem<br>A sestina poem <br>An epic poem<br> A quinzaine poem<br>A rondelet poem<br>This is not a rondel poem<br>A cascade poem<br>A trijan refrain poem<br>A tanka poem<br>A taridet poem<br>A quatrain poem<br>If I lie this is not a list poem <br>To pin upon the sky<br>Set before the poet’s eye<br>I confess that I have written this<br>But this is not written to deceived anything but what is desired by the greediness of the eyes<br>This is not the growth of breath focused on the words with their mindful meaning stalled by the stack of sounds held in the syllables<br>This is not a sijo poem from the land of the morning calm<br>I confess that I know not what this is but all that it is not of what it would be forgot in the mispronounced want of the bony wants of the skin bag of my self<br>This is not the not of a poem trying to be born from the keyboard’s click and the memory of my hands <br>This is not an every man poem to understand it dose not caters to the common man <br>This is not a poem about Gods caught up in my mentioning of them they have taken their holy toys and gone home till the kingdom will come only the prelists priests are left to protest their secret order for getting into a heaven where nothing changes nothing like the rot of earth that feed upon the rotting of the living<br>This is not a this is not poem all that I have said can be washed away with the rain of your brain this poem can not save can not heal can not trill you into action <br>This is not a solitary crowed poem a cut-up poem feeding off itself<br>I have written it but it will not tell me what kind of poem it seem to be<br>This is not a poem to make you rough or pure or proud or increate your intellect to beguile the world with its new found wisdom<br>This is not a poem to set you free from the common drudgery of your day to day life it can not fend or feed you with the not of its substance can not set you to dance naked beneath the full moon can not fill you up with the pleasure of the pen<br>This is not a poem that seeks to befriend it has no mouth to consume you no hands to caress you no tongue to lick the words from your tears<br>This is not a haiku poem<br>A testimonial poem<br>A neither Ballard nor ballade<br>A limerick an ode nor sonnet <br>A terza rima<br>A villanelle a terzanelle or pantoum<br>This poem can not go on forever it finds its not end in your mind the time is spent and I believe that this is not the end of this poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+E.+Patton">David E. Patton</a><div class=q>
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I confess that I have written this
Not a romantic poem
Under the watch of the archangel of Blake’s vision
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A loaf Of poem a gallon Of words a pint Of letters
A so-so go for broke poem
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