I Did It Again, Again Poem by Victor Okey Nwatu

I've done it a hundred times.
Why is this so different?
I've cooked over five thousand rhymes.
Was it not in-born, inherent?
Are my lines not acclaimed far and wide?
Are they not on the internet?
Am I not of a preposterous poetic stride?
Can't I win W.B. Yeats in a poetic bet?

Maybe I can, maybe I can't.
Because I'm human, to do all I can't.
But for all that are within my reach,
Are they done without perfection-breach?
Can I kick it through pleasure or pain?
Hold my own over and over again?
Naturally operate with panache, suave, tact.
Because to Aristotle perfection is an attitude, not an act
Am I cast of the same mould?
Would my sands-of-time footprints be bold?

Eusebio did it for his then Portuguese masters.
And twice took the treasured "Ballon D'Or".
Mallorca Muscle Man did it with ITF 100-Masters.
And between him and Agassi, none has more.
For leadership, it's the Madiba despite any trap.
And he has shamed our numb-emotioned despots.
And when the flow gets to conscious rap,
Talib Kweli and Black Thought have my thoughts.
Bonaparte and Churchill showed strength of lion.
And that, multitudes would confirm "sans corrigendum".
But can the meekness of a lamb conquer strength of a lion?
I say "yes" - Johannes Paulus Secundum.

So what's the crux of this matter -
The crust of this poetic pasta.
Is it a didactic patriarchs' chronologue?
Or just a rhymeless and drab monologue?
Is it a lonely soul's vituperation?
Part of a liven-up-yourself operation?
Would poetic big-wigs regard it with a sneer?
Or is it fluid, lucid and clear?
I did it again, what did I do?
I wrote another poem, is it that "beau"?
Is it worth its value of paper and ink?
On its worth alone, would it float or sink?
Does it merit me being "coal city's finest"
Or do I have a self-trumpet-blower's mindset.

But blowing my trumpet, I must.
Or its brass would tarnish, its gold rust.

That's why I write to beat my chest.
And encourage others to achieve their best.

And in doing that, I feel no pain.
I did it again, again.