On Ap Poets And Poetry Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Perusing poets listed on AP
one finds three quarters have already passed
to other pastures leaving all who see
deserted pages asking what may last
and who may linger through eternity
on lines heart-wrenching, etched with pain, once cast
upon Time's wings to sink 'neath Lethe's sea
of troubles, bubbles leave, unviewed alas.
Neath verbal diarrhea mountains we
springs pure discover, sometimes unsurpassed
in quality, in sensitivity
whose worth rewards the waiting, - though outcast
and orphanned much, regretfully must be.

Seeking beyond pretentious wannabe
gems sparkle clear 'spite arguments half assed
inventing 'pointed' palindrome 'WOW' plea
or AWESOME penned when words with worlds contrast
leave sense in comment filled futility
which aims to draw attention very fast
more to reader than write's fatuity,
may point to self not selfless share! Aghast,
one ponders on micro-community
trophy manage... ment which man and lass
ensnares within win-win mentality
so often spurned, points earned, with flags half-mast.

There is no moral shown, and none to seek,
each must retain the right to write or speak.