Don't Ever Think That I Write Good Poems For You

all these
are but exercises
like a morning walk
at the oval
of the university

i am a man with
no ambition for the
nobel prize in
literature

you're funny
come to think of it
what i write
are not poems

not pieces
for a poetry contest

these are
scribblings of
a trying-hard

expressions of my
day
away from the usual
routine of the
hammering days
black robes
and frozen faces

do not be
offended if i
misspell some
words
no harm intended

i do not edit
my work neither will
i ask your kindness
to do it for me

it is like this:
i put on some notes
for the day
random thoughts
nothing schemed
no arrangements
nothing planned
pure streams of
consciousness
my fingers follow
and press the
letters on this
screen

and some by
their misjudgments
say: what a poem!

i don't even know
what they mean.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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