Nameless Poets Poem by Charles Monroe

No definition
at least with precision
Of us Wizards of the Word-Whirlwind
At Wood-Chuck's Word-Shop
Where we're All Word-Work
& No Word-Play.
Strange as reality are We,
Whom attempt to reflect the Universe
To Thee...
Undefined and Indefinitely Intuitive
In-Depth and in debt
Of the gifts we've been lent.
Sarcastic kisses in public are we;
Humiliating brilliantly.
Giving Love hatefully
Or honoring Painfully
We the seedling of the Maple Tree
The Free poetry Contest Fee
The Key so Chapo Guzman gets free
The Horrible loss or Beauteous Victory.
The Inch, The Centimeter and the Century
There is no definition,
Except Poetry.
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