The Living Or The Dead Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Living poets with wasted words
Succumb to a famined rhyme-
For lack of better choice accord
Poetry so laced with grime.

Dead poets wrote with mastery
And excellently lines conveyed
Thoughts abundantly in beauty
Wisdom dressed in lines arrayed.

What then do we now impart?
Our pen in utter destitution?
Better from this life depart
If one writes in vile corruption.





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'Every job is a self-portrait of the person who does it.'
(anonymous)





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April 14,2008
Philippines