Poet Poem by Craig Steiger

Poet

Rating: 3.3


You juss' a throwback
Poor poet hackysack

Your chromosomes don't jibe
With the hustle of the tribe

You never seem to get ahead
Simple stoolie chowderhead

Clapping sticks out of season
Gazing on clouds for no reason

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 22 August 2008

Your grammar is perfect for the purpose intended and the poem is suburb. You catch the mood of poets all through the ages. Someday they will recognize. It took a hundred years for Emily Dickenson to be recognized. Adeline

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Tara Teeling 21 August 2008

It looks as though some of the readers here didn't understand this piece or its intentions, which is a little disappointing. I think most poets feel this way at one time or another, often wondering why they bother when very few people appreciate or understand what the words are meant to convey. Not many readers want to look beyond the lines of the greeting card, sadly, and only relate to colloquialisms and rhyme. This artform is not dead, rest assured. I thought this was slick and bluesy.

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Colin J... 21 August 2007

Although the grammer is ORRIBLE. I like this poem. It's nice to be different and we can all learn. Colin J...

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