2010/09/27 I Cry (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

I cry thinking over Poemhunter days
we behaved like savages, emotion raw
words flowing unrestrained, it was
our home, our playground, a secret
headquarters of poetic gangsters playing
pranks, expressing thoughts censored
anywhere else – now we cannot post
or greet poet fraternity because its
swamped by reams of ancient poets –
spectres rise from grave excluding the
living, we’ll find a new home maybe,
but loyal me returns to gaze at the past,
remembering beginnings, crying
for what is lost.

why make us log on twenty times to let
us post, why do old poets rise from dusty
tomes and tell at us to flee – ‘ere they
strangle us? What of those beautiful days
when we stormed sacred portals of poetry,
waving flags, a new generation of rhymers
and poetasters and limerickers having the
time of their lives, breaking hearts and
thinking smarter than all who came before –
then PoemHunter threw us away as so much
chaff, turning to old classical poets and
over-flowing into history, despising the new
generations as yet stupid and overconfident,
so when I pass PoemHunter today, I cry
and cry…