Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
Oh, The 'charm'' Of Our Classic Poets...( - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
Oh, the ''CHARM'' of our old Classic Poets;
how abasing they could be to one another,
ripping and re-ripping reams of poems, of the other
until fisticuffs, at times, it came to.
Then they'd share a gallons worth of burgundy,
slandering other bards that weren't there,
imbibing 'til the crack of who knew when,
no memory, morning next of wine or alms.
Waking up against each other under branches
still cloaked within its autumn potpourri
of leaves changing hues by the dawning sun
which sobered up the poets jaded minds,
opening all senses to what they all do best,
and, realizing the common thread among them,
and being the eloquent wordsmiths they be-
they spat at and chastised each other all day.
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The above work was revised
09-21-15 & reposted 09-23-15
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