Of twenty thoughts,
You write down one.
Of ten notes,
You work out one.
Of five drafts,
You might use one.
Of all the poems in the world,
Nobody ever reads one.
The cemetery of good ideas
Lies full of prancing ponies.
Immortal are the Shakey Speares.
All other rhymes are phonies.
Words are just wind. They don't take space.
Art flies, fast as a fart.
Just one or two are coup de grâce:
I save them in my heart.
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Precious Poetry
PoetryFrom PROBLEM to POEM in 7 steps the Why, Where, When, What, Who, How & Wow of writing poetry Ai Ni and Ronaldo made this book to help poor people in Haiti, to build a school and teach them the art of a happy life. A warning upfront from the editor:...
