My Quaint Poetry Poem by Barry Middleton

My Quaint Poetry



I spent some time today
to read my poetry

I say that some is good
and some is bad I see

I think Picasso stared
for hours at his wall

and often smiled a bit
and often was appalled

but here's a simple truth
all art is worth the time

my words may earn no fame
still I can call them mine

My Quaint Poetry
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nosheen Irfan 28 December 2016

Contentment that comes from writing is worth the time n feeling we spend on it. We may or may not like what we have produced but there's a sense of achievement nonetheless. A well-crafted piece.

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Barry Middleton 28 December 2016

That's exactly it Nosheen. Thank you as always.

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Paul Brookes 27 December 2016

Well. Penned sir indeed sometimes an embarrassment of riches sometimes just embarrassment but art sit by its nature, True writers write because they have to Great poem Thanks

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Barry Middleton 27 December 2016

Well, I would not call this one great but I had to write it. Thank you for the praise.

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Phyllis Strong 27 December 2016

That’s one thing about a Copyright; its good 70 years after you’re gone. No one can take it away. “still I can call them mine.” The words are yours Barry Middleton.

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Barry Middleton 27 December 2016

That's one good thing about the internet - everything is date stamped. Thanks Phyllis.

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Marianne Reninger 27 December 2016

Barry, good to hear from you again! Your poetry is succinct and always relevant! You should include this in Dr. Frosini's Ode to the Arts e-book, due in by the end of Jan. As an artist who includes my poetry in my work, I have a double whammy if something isn't good! Oh well, onward and upward....Marianne Reninger

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Barry Middleton 27 December 2016

Thanks Marianne for the comment. I submitted a different poem to Ode to the Arts. I always feel my work is uneven, sometimes pretty good, sometimes mediocre. So I speculate that even great artists and writers often have doubts.

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