what else is there to say,
if Socrates said it best?and yet
our keyboards keep ticking,
ticking, ticking..we are the half-poets,
the poets
of the online erahalf-poets,
i salute you!let us a weave a new
and greater tapestry
amongst the endless carpets
of this great Bazaarno one's ever been
invited,
they simply forget
the day
they sneaked inwe think we're mostly
on our own:
nameless beetles
in a monumental pyramidbut in a lifetime
we'll look back,
and label the convergent
revolutionswe'll finally see the paint
we scattered into whirlpools
the paint we never noticed
while we struggled
not to drown.half-poets!
i salute you!we are the half
not because we lack
but because we are
half-empty vessels
filled by the future!we roam websites
rather than forums,
chatrooms
rather than clubsnor better, nor worse
are we
compared to the gods
who aren't gods
but merely mortal men and women
upon whose shoulders
we stand
with pride!ahead of us lies the open road,
fraught with wonder and peril!
the same road as Plato
the same road as Kipling
and yet our road is newoh half-poets!
oh half-poets!
future friends and rivals!
let us stain our pages!
the time has come
to build an epoch,
one which is our own!
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )