One day queen
“Ask anything from me “I shall fulfill
Almighty God asked me for realization of will
”in fact I don’t deserve for it any more”
With no skill in me how can I explore? I replied
”You have all the potentials as fake poet
how can you keep silence and remain quiet?
You tried very hard to unset many stalwarts
Without poetic skill you tried to be smart”
You have used talent for gaining ground
Nothing extra ordinary in you was seen or found
You knew your talent and its limitations
Still you have tried to prove it with citations
What else you want to score and achieve?
Do you believe in “earn respect and give? ”
If not then ask whatever you wish or want
I may fulfill your demand and grant
“Make me poetess queen for one day”
I want to have complete rule and say
One or two days may sufficiently pave the way
Just help me out to find golden ray
I failed to achieve by dishonest mean
I was desperately trying or very keen
I took precaution that I was not involved in the scene
But in all games virtually I was in
“I appreciate all your qualities”
“That is how I have provided you the facilities”
You will wear poet’s crown for two days
Thereafter find the convenient route or find the ways
But bear in mind and don’t take it for granted
You are slur on poet’s part and never wanted
Poetry level has been brought to lowest ebb
This can continue only on particular web
Many more are following in same way
Without talent they want to have sway
How can this be a healthy and fair game?
Where only tricks, fame and matters the name
This is mere example of what is actually going on
Artificial ratings with popular voting game is on
It may boost ranking and popularity drive
People may fall in trap and really believe
To reach on the top is not child’s play
It has so much in it for readers to say
It may take years to build public opinion
Nobody can help even some influential union
You will have to carve out your own image
It doesn’t matter how much is your age
You must have progressive views without any bondage
It must come on as if fine print on page
God also helps those who help themselves
Person who knows his limitation and behaves
Rest will follow its natural course
Nothing can stop him from reaching top of course
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Hidden Talent
Written by gerry beckley, 1998
Found on human nature.
Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you dont want to see
I see things youre trying to hide from me
Im just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With the power there to burn so much
Youve got hidden talent (yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
You know your past is whats been bugging you
If youre ready girl ... do what you gotta do
Look for your life between the lines
Bad directions and poor designs
Youve got hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out you ... got it, hidden talent, oh
With the advantage of perspective i
See theres more to you than meets the eye
But now the time must come to spread your wings and fly
Yeah (hidden talent) yeah
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Check it out ... you got it, hidden talent, oh
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
Affair without warning
Hidden talent, mmm (mmm)
Hidden talent (hidden talent, yeah)
I bet youre gonna find some hidden talent, oh
(fade)
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Confessions of the Soul part 1
They say inspiration comes from passion. Skill by hard work. Constantly beating on your craft and constant effort. Talent stems from longing. The wish to belong in the greatest of your surroundings.
What we see. What we wish to be.
What we want other to do and how they perceive me.
Talent equals fun. Once the talent is combined with the skill and the inspiration it creates enlinement with what you wish to become. Pursue fun and find your talent. Do it often and search new content.
Then, you are contend.
Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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A 500th poem
Why should I not celebrate it as an auspicious occasion?
Completion of 500th poem should not end my passion
I will have to struggle hard to make poems known to outside world
Even if I am cold shuddered, relations strained or turn into cold
How many inspired me in this holy drive?
How could I be stayed on for long and survive?
Certainly they captured my heart and soul in open
Why should I look back to unpleasant things and reopen
I am yet surprised how could I achieve it in good spirit
Who was leading me on path with little lantern dimly lit
Was she all the time leading me safely to destiny?
She held her hand and penned the thoughts with me
What can be remembered more on this day?
The person who led me to walk on this way?
Or the friends who inspired to me to express and say?
They counted so much in my life to find golden ray
I face no or little problem as writer
I need not convince anybody that I am good fighter
They made me strong with their conviction
To withdraw from race is now out of question
I couldn’t believe my eyes how I could do this
Everything went on smoothly without any miss
How important things could just flew in poetry?
Was it miracle or simple matter to find an entry?
I am firmly placed by the grace of God
Friends and readers have given good nod
I was nothing when put first step forward
Their love and affection is only my reward
I shall continue to Endeavour for close contact
Revelation of new development to the subject
I may not live more to witness the outcome
I am sure the new poetry concept will always be welcome
I shall not be bound by any restrictions
It must flow freely for any actions
It has to rise for the support of the poor
Rest all must find no favor or door
Poet must find space in real scene
It must have reflection and clearly seen
My work may be judged tomorrow
I must have simple ethics to follow
I shall strive hard to maintain peace
People must follow it with ease
I must be down to earth poet
It must not spark passion but remain quiet
Words may go down as natural flow
It will not deliver any unjust blow
Cordial relation and harmony must rule the day
My creation may find nothing or something to say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sentimental fool
Most intelligent people are considered as sentimental fool
Think too much from different angle and don’t take it cool
Boys or girls are judged best from their initial days in school
Come together at different level but drawn from same pool
Is this so because God has made us little intelligent
Do we consider ourselves as super human or agent?
Why do we take everything from different prospective?
Put extra efforts in solving the problem by being too active
Animals too have mind but not that of human being
They do act, react and behave in no manner like thing
Here it comes to act as difference with fertile mind
Some fine blend of people act funny to look unkind
Mind goes in a direction which is totally unwarranted
Don’t think it positive when actually required and wanted
They find themselves in awkward position and shunted
They remain confined and their move is always blunted
After all it is human being tendency to act or behave
They will think at length difference between have-not’s and have
Unnecessary conclusions and prolonged debate
Simple bogey raised and novel methods to combat
This doesn’t find favor with common people or man
They too have common sense and all capacity as human
Nothing prevents them from being turning into lukewarm
Intelligentsia loose the sympathy and relation doesn’t remain warm
They have their own novel ideas which doesn’t attract
They remain aloof and don’t come into contact or react
It is secluded environment for then which forbade to interact
This is how they have come into being and is simple fact
May be it is possible they have super human mind too
Many ordinary people may not have vision to look through
They will find it extremely difficult to grasp the views
To some it will be simply unbearable and find favor with only few
Their contribution in some of the fields have been unique
They have suffered so much from their own critics
It is strong resolve on their part to sail through with wisdom
Anything could have been nightmare and result of course seldom
Scientists, doctors and researchers fall in this special category
They have different approach and goal to pursue with philosophy
It is their natural talent that has brought us to the new era
Definitely they deserve our sympathy little care extra
Let us be not be that selfish to term them sentimental fool
They are powerful instrument, medium or tool
It is, however, we are all in the same boat
It is fine oratory, example or beautiful quote
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Book to be read
How to read a book page when book it self is denied?
Book can remain mystery till last until it is supplied
Very friend of mine and great poetess thinks of seclusion
It is her and only her and absolutely no provision for any inclusion
How person can shy away from reality of life and basic facts?
You can’t be truly yourself until you come forward and act
It has got no relevancy in fact if you kill your self with conscience
You got to open up to face the people with modern science
“I am open to friendship but not to worldly talks of any pleasure”
“I am shy of everything and not in position to reassure”
This revelation stunned me for the absence of any real reason
Poet/poetess has to be versatile and accessible in any season
I detested her seclusion as if I was after oasis water
What steps or method should I employ for her opinions alter?
She was not t unreasonable but suffering from her own prison
Secluded voluntarily for no good reason and imprisoned
We have holy task of giving frank opinion through mighty pen
It may only be fruitful when people come round and offer then
Their unstinted love for the worthy creations and comment
Life may have its own rainbow and we have no reason to lament
Many readers come with the beautiful comment to label me as vampire
They term me as modern vampire and I enjoy it as gift of empire
What others say may not necessarily means an insult or derogation
It must be taken as not utter surprise but in form of congratulation
I had urge to read complete book pages from a renowned poetess
She was complete genius with full of talent and not stage actress
What needed was complete exposure in public to be judged?
I had no way to approach her for the fear of being misjudged
She realized the point behind and assured to shed the oblivion
I was really assured of very good player returning from pavilion
I don’t what may be worth point in recalling her real, presence
It was great loss to the poetry world for the talent and absence
I feel totally thrilled to find out friend in the promise of “may be”
They were the reassuring words of what actually would have been or should be
It was promise to come back to the poetic world with good skill
I considered it as emergence of powerful entry or strong will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sixth ton
I stood half way with so much satisfaction
New scales were reached to generate lot of excitation
How could one ordinary man achieve poetry feet?
Was it not a simple occasion to wait and greet?
It has become routine now to count in numbers
It brought me to required level among members
It may reach many more hundreds in coming days
Many hurdles still there to be cleared on the way
“Story teller or novice” is fixed on my name
How it looks nice and beautiful when I claim?
Thoughts just creep in mind and I simply rename
Inter weave nicely with delicacy and frame
Is it final stop or beginning of new leaf?
Do I need fresh lease or an extra brief?
It is process of finding new refuge
The task is not difficult but very huge
I may not stand to gain at first stroke
It may vanish in the guise of thick smoke
I shall act as an ordinary and humble
The fame is momentary like water bubble
I shall be lost in crowd and never regain
It should not be seized with or refrain
No do or die situation in the holy task
Cool from outside but hot to remain in flask
What if I go on writing in the natural style?
Will it be stumbling block for a while?
Will it find a favor with reader friends?
Will it ring a death bell or bring to an end?
All mixed feelings and still to fear
Fine composition and smile to wear
Words to be soaked in style with tears
Sorrows and agony to self always bear
What I could give to millions who need?
Only words with deep feelings to read
It shall be deemed worthy if I can feed?
Best possible way to find a place and lead
I am not in position to express my deepest gratitude
I want to be placed at the bottom with my attitude
How sky can be measured with its altitude?
All are humble and can’t afford to be tough and rude
I wish to stand among all having entity as poet
Normal writings with ideas so specific and quiet
I may find its worth in coming days at any rate
Luck sometimes smile and annul the work of fate
I love to b part of small globe
Awakening of conscience without any probe
It may lead me to a place where I should be
Well wisher and friend with views to express free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Divine Poetry
Poet never ceases to be poet
He can't remain quiet
He is not dependant on fate
He is with the scene and never late
Poetry is my food
I have completely understood
If I fail to write anytime in a day
That is enough cause for me to be taken away
I shall be no more
If thoughts compel me to feel bore
Thoughts just emerge from the idle store
Pen gets strength to write more and more
Poetry is dear to me like wife
It is also like an edge of knife
It may compel you to write tough
And land you in trouble to pass through rough
But you got to be fearless
As that may be tough situation to face
Many readers may try to pull your legs
When your are reciting it on the stage
It is easy to swim in imagery
Float in dreams with lines silvery
Moon may seem very near
To enjoy its beauty without fear
Poetry as such is divine gift
It may never allow having shift
He is the one who instills thought
When with peaceful mind they are sought
It is divinity that makes home
Pen must write always to welcome
Readers must enjoy skill and talent
Swim with melody and enjoy the moment
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Writing a Poem
I yearned to be a Poet someday;
Enthrall the literary world someway;
I knew to write a good Poem,
Was not quite easy- from my mom!
Of all the many talents I’d got;
My one thing-my Poetic thought;
From the Heavens like a thunder-squall,
Master-like, I began to enthrall.
Even my wife, she makes some fun
Of me- Poet? I like to pun,
With words; and under the Sun,
I will be great and try to stun.
The urge to be a good Poet,
Persists to goad me on and on;
So, now and then, I tried to write,
And whenev’r the lines are born!
Many a talent, I possess,
I will also become famous;
If my one Talent, I pursue,
Very soon, limelight will ensue.
Whatev’r thy aim, begin, one must;
Swim, one day, the unchartered sea;
Success will come to a brave heart;
That keeps writing with immense glee.
This stress though strange, I’ve suffer’d;
To struggle thus, undeciphered;
‘Tis a worthy cause and the fame,
Everlasting shall end the game.
Poetry, addiction to some,
Like cannabis, heroin, rum;
A Poet should best deliver,
But God is the sole Giver!
No matter all the blunders writ,
Despite critics calling unfit;
One stealthily makes progress,
In any field to bring success.
With time, the poem gets mended!
Hours of hard labor seem ended;
All is so well that ends so swell!
The Poet happily will revel.
Not all need win laurels, acclaim,
Man must his creator proclaim;
God’s love of Mankind, knows no bounds;
And haunts us tenderly, all around!
poem by John Celes
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Poems with difference
How does the imagination strike the mind?
Does the brain allow them place to find?
Why they are termed as crazy and dreamy persons?
Does this statement find any favour with reasons?
May be poetic appetite does not allow them to grasp?
Appeal in wordings may not be enough to last
It is as if some is asked to under go test and take medicine
Feeling good inwardly but with bitter test of quinine
We may see enough water available in pot
Put to test while making it very hot
It may turn into vapor beyond certain point
Poetry is also like vapour………………..
Ideas may suddenly emerge in sequence
Mind may pick up and build it as consequence
How to project it rightly may prove as acid test
It may be looked as fine blend of poetry and best
Somebody may try it hard on words skill
Many may stuff it with metaphors and fill
Single sentence may now bear different look
Golden sentences may appear in costly book
Nature, heavenly bodies and earth simply provide
Kind of message, love and passion does not divide
Humanity survives with strengthening of the bonds
Poetic wisdom is stored like enough water in ponds
Easy words, fine presentation and theme crate impact
Love, passion, generosity improve with certain contacts
Poems can rule the hearts with immediate healing touch
Pulse can be felt as if it has enough power to offer so much
Poems can be those who can touch millions and rule
Lessen their worries and react with mind so cool
Poet Kalidasa* was novice and considered as fool
His poems are master pieces without help from any school
Rule the heart, touch the nerve and excel in field
Tremendous response and enough skill to yield
The desirable effect may be seen in poetic world
There may not be going back after developing cold
Poems must find the light of the day
Many may side line you and keep at the bay
You got to sail through and find the way
Stars and sky will be yours with more to say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why A Genius Is So Rare?
Why a genius is so rare?
Because it’s needed time and luck for that person to find his true talent
It is needed chance and hard work to explore his hidden talent
It is needed good and understanding to accept his unique talent
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Best Product Not Sold
It is matter of joke
When poems offer me stroke
They receive more 'likes' than comments
I console self with 'likes'' rather than resent
At least readers don't offer you brickbats
If they could express and clearly state
But we are all thankful to escape unhurt
Otherwise we must be prepared to receive the bag full of dirt
Now a days politician receive 'Chappals'as gift
There is slight modification in approach or shift
Either it may be stage managed show to draw the attention
Here we find 'likes' and it should be taken as unrecognition
Readers have become wise and miser
We value them as an expert and adviser
More often they offer valuable tips
I take it seriously and soundly sleep
'Uncle you pack your luggage'
'You are on oxygen and has lost an edge'
I take their words in form of blessings
They have no clue and offer misgivings
Today we have more writers than readers
Like wise each house has fewer members and more leaders
Each one is capable of leading big country
But find no support for talent and feel sorry
Each and every poem must find its due recognition
It has hidden message with scope for revelation
If some one likes it, it must find reason
If not then also it needs few words for poet as person
In today's world even best product is not sold in market
It needs some means and ways to reach people with support
It may take years of hard work, labor and pain
Then only he may be able to reach the position or attain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fake Poets
It is nice o admit
But it doesn't fit,
The idea can be taken from concept,
Rest all can be yours and kept
Take for granted about nature
How can one say that concept is stolen?
Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden
Then it can’t be said it is copied even
You might have left behind some clues
The poem night have not been given enough views
This can be added or reflected as of your own
Else everything else is prevalent and known
Let people venture in philosophical world
There they might develop little cold
As it will not be anybody’s field
As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled
To pick complete sentences and make formation
Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition
Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice
As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises
How many writers find a bright day?
Next day breeze will be flown away
What will remain behind is anybody’s guess
Dull future with no little to show on pale face
It is good if you are talented
Pick from bottom and reversely presented
Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot
He may find it difficult to judge whether he succeeded or not
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Amazing Joyce
On such rare and marvellous talent how can one put a price
She surely is amazing the one and only Joyce
She has tried every form of poetry one must say with success
And to lovers of poetry Worldwide she brings great happiness.
The marvellous Joyce Hemsley a poetic legend of our time
The internet queen of haiku and senryu and the internet queen of rhyme
Six thousand poems to her name she just goes on and on
One cannot say about her that her better days are gone.
In every one of her poems one can detect her poetic voice
The poet for all Seasons is the amazing Joyce
What can be said about her that has not been said before
Six thousand poems to her name and from her expect many more.
She waves the literary banner for England a true poetic great
The amazing poet from Sunderland we ought to celebrate
A legendary online poet by example she leads the way
And surely a great mentor to all young poets of today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Poetry Is A Game
POETRY IS A GAME
Poetry is a game
Almost anyone can play
You write a few lines of your feelings
And say ‘I am a poet’.
At the highest level
Poetry is also a game
But only for a few-
They play their part also
As the Poet said-
But their lines
We wish to say and say
For as long as there is ‘forever’.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A remarkable thousand
One step forward to close on thousand
The reality looked so much sound
The happiness was never experienced or found
I think it is deep routed in the ground
I entered here as raw poet
Many advised me to keep quiet
It was not jumping ground yet
I had seen no one here or met
The poems always fascinated
The new ideas emerged and originated
There was need for it to be put forward
This was not for any gain or reward
Everybody appreciated the poems as put forward
There was no way for looking backward
It was going to pave the way for bright future
The place was going to be there for sure
It did rest all the speculations
All the fears were put out of questions
Though it had direct bearing and relation
There was no need for comparison or equation
I may not be questioned for the quality
To certain extent it may not prove the ability
Still it is worth to put across the views
The readers may judge it with their reviews
No path is that easy to sail smoothly
How best you come out of it truthfully?
There has to be an earnest try and attempt
Alignment with readers and maintain the good rapport
I find suitably amongst all
They do invite me and call
This increases the bond of friendship
How many friends do I find on the real ship?
It is salute to those who have supported
Understood me properly and not misquoted
It is their profound love and respect that matters
It strengthens the belief and doesn’t not shatter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lust for her
I used to watch her silently from the corner
I thought she would be certainly falling in love later
It was just my feeling and forced me to think
There was nothing new as I started to dream and wink
I found something unique in her beauty
This might be a grace to few from almighty
At first sight anybody may want to have relation
As beauty is such a fine gift from god to feel elation
When you fall in for real love, certain aspects take back seat
Love and affection reign supreme and take all precautions to beat
Remove any misgivings and bring in new kind of attachment
The sky and stars matter so much just to add fine moment
I was not at all fascinated by her outer beauty
But inter magnetic pull and fine blend of quality
Her gorgeous look and intelligence could attract anyone
Even though I was ordinary but considered as special one
I had not uttered a word to her honor
Yet she picked it correctly and understood for
This was strong enough for me to go after her
And try at any level to woo and earnestly offer
Neither am I poet who can write many things in her praise
Nor a blind person who will follow her and make hasty chase
Yet it is powerful attraction and compels me to make a drive
I felt it is going to prove a big start and means to survive
My love story is not going to be a mere lust for her beautiful body
It is intense feeling for attachment with complete devotion to somebody
I shall like to prove complete her man in days to come
Now only one thing left to be seen is how does she welcome?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Bill's Son Joe
Bill wishes his son had been a well known Sportsman
My son's a poet you never hear him say
As if that is something to be ashamed of
'Tis a strange World that we live in today.
Young Joe has no interest in sports or football
He'd rather go to the park by the bay
And watch the seagulls by the park bench tables
Squabble for scraps of food the picknickers throw away.
Joe is nineteen he doesn't have sisters or brothers
A fine young poet with words he has a way
His Nature poems original and special
That's what the poetry critics of him say.
The other fathers talk of their sons sporting prowess
My son ran well, my son played a fine game
But Bill he never talks about his son Joe
As if writing poetry is a thing of shame.
As if writing poetry is for women only
The redneck father has a cultured son
He doesn't feel proud that his son is a good poet
And that a prestigious poetry prize he's won.
Bill son Joe is a poet of rare talent
With which the father he is not impressed at all
He'd much prefer that he were a good sportsman
Good at athletics, boxing or football
poem by Francis Duggan
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For Poems
Three reads for every one poem written
As if food for body is regularly taken
How ocean has rare species in its belt
Same way the presence of each poet is felt
If we can appreciate and read
They are the futures and to lead
With all their fancy and innovative views
We need to pay attention and dues
We got to swim if we are in
This is logic and trend has been
If we don’t read theirs
They want prove to us as their heirs
It is encouragement and positive drive
As it is must for them to survive
If we fail to recognize their talent
What is use to remain idle or to reserve the comment
Time and tide may come and go
Some of things we have to forgo
We may not have time for death
How can we expect for other people to come and lay the wreath
It will be nice if we remain loosely connected
Within nice ambit and convincingly pre-acted
They may come up with double of efforts
As people of board may cheer while reaching at ports
You m ay never find bank or shore
You got to think and positively explore
We have no time in this fast moving world
But hardly can we afford to remain complacent or cold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When Remembered For What It Is And Missed
Knowing the business of one's talent helps,
After establishing a recognition.
It is not the fact that one gains attention,
That a gift is remembered when it is presented.
It is the timelessness of content.
And one's ability to perceive,
From where that talent comes...
To one who has received it from a birth given.
To acknowledge a tree and admire its leaves,
To then disregard its roots...
Is a foolish position one should never take.
People become curious when one's talent is exposed.
But only those who are about the genuineness,
Of their talents from a business sense...
Continue to work on it all their lives.
And the growth and blooming of it shows to others,
Who enjoy the taste of it over and over again.
Since the quality of it never diminishes,
When remembered for what it is and missed.
And a true talent that is,
Never becomes subjected to standards lowered...
By those who excel,
In limited beliefs...
That a game pf playing a battle of wits,
Is part of it!
It isn't.
Not in this genre!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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