Do not be fooled by
the wonderous words
the poets often write.
For they are merely
magicians who can
turn darkness into light.
With their word wand
they can transport you
to places even unreachable
through dreams.
They talk of love and they
talk of the despair,
but behind those words
what is really there.
A mind of evil
a mind of malice.
maybe even
a closet rascist.
They present us with
a slender body of words
to lure us into there world.
Do not be fooled by there
pencil or pen.
I have written a book
on the beauty of insects;
just last night
I killed three slugs
with a snow storm of salt.
I'm in giggles at your example in the finish here, Vincey. Hilarious! ! ! On a serious note, though, I have to agree with your message here. Poets are, after all, mere human beings, many of which harbouring the vices and failings that typify our species. An entertaining but meaningful piece of writing. Warm regards, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All I can say to this poem of yours Vincent is, 'We all have our off days' but I would disagree on your premise that what you get in poetry is contrived, I believe you can read a poets heart though their work, and beautiful work can only come from a beautiful heart. What Gina says applies fully. We are all only human and every emotion should be allowed an expressive outlet in a poets lifes work. But that is just my opinion. I did sense a certain amount of bitterness in your poem. I hope you are not having a bad day? Smiling at you, good/bad guy poet, Tai