actually smiled laughed
when a ghost critic voted
my poem 'Simplest Purest
Purposes Of Art' a 1
some cannot realize
beauty in simplicity
inherent in simple thought
to perceive develop ability
to appreciate simple concepts...
thus in pity I swift wrote
a pleasant pure poem about it
'What Flows In Loving Souls'
funny how often
a poem I really like
a critic will not
no need to like
an individual poem
or a specific poet;
lovers of poetry
follow those they likeith
best or lovith best;
if I cooked you a nice steak
with variety veg you do not
either have to like it or eat it...
rather you might leave the meat
choose the veg being a vegetarian?
or prefer some sausage eggs chips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem