Paul Butters


Me, Paul Butters - Poem by Paul Butters

I'm no author, novelist or poet.
I'm just Me,
And don't I know it.
I don't need to be classified,
As long as I'm writing, I'm satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don't care if they don't rhyme.
I don't care if my verses don't scan:
I'm not always an Iambic Man.

I just say what I gotta say,
I'm not worried about any pay.
Words come to me without much bidding,
The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.

I love to spread lots and lots of Love,
Bringing peace to all like a messenger dove.
Things of beauty bring joy, John Keats rightly said,
To make us sleep easy when we go to bed.

So I'll paint what I paint,
And sing what I sing,
Just letting those words
Do their magical thing.

Topic(s) of this poem: author, poetry, writing


Comments about Me, Paul Butters by Paul Butters

  • Paul Butters (1/13/2016 5:01:00 AM)


    Thank You Eugene. It was just something I had to say. (Report) Reply

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  • Eugene Levich (1/12/2016 10:26:00 AM)


    And more power to you, Paul! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Butters (1/12/2016 7:30:00 AM)


    Thank You Rajnish. Yes Humility is the way rather than egotism. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (1/12/2016 5:46:00 AM)


    Typing out words, line by line,
    You have showed us the way as to how we should present ourselves before others Great:
    I don't care if they don't rhyme.
    Words come to me without much bidding,
    The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016



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