Ph: Love: Oh, Don't Blame Me! Poem by Brian Johnston

Oh, don't blame me, at times (if I miss better rhymes,)
When my thoughts are like Jell-O that doesn't congeal,
Must we fault 'rush to judgments, ' when they're not ideal?
If my poetry fails you, are there far worse crimes?
(When I stoop to free verse at the top of my list!)
Still, I beg understanding, would honor my muse,
Though as readers, of course, you've the 'right' to refuse,
Please grant poems, all poets, the 'space' to exist!

For the truth is, eyewitnesses, see what they see,
And what one is quite sure of another may doubt
When dispersions get cast! Is fish Bass or a Trout?
But this simple conjecture can bring ecstasy
To boy fishing, cane pole, with a bobber and worm
On his hook in the wild! I don't like my mistakes,
And won't make others wrong, more inclined to give breaks
To one not in my shoes (though sad poetry's germ)

I would still let it live, and by grace then evolve
(If it can) into 'Beauty' that's new on life's stage!
Evolution's the game; man has turned just one page
Of the book, we call ‘Life.' Does the sun still revolve
‘Round the earth in your world? Do we dream what we feel,
Claim the ground that we stand on is real or persists?
For the 'truth' seems more often the 'truth' man resists!
Safe to doubt Satan's real, but does God man the wheel?

For a prophet to prophesy someone must hear,
A good listener's equally gift in this world.
Can best sex be determined by toes that get curled?
Might true love too, not always be one you hold dear?
A life lived on your feet is one purpose that serves
Both the strong and the weak, their home found where they dwell,
Life, whatever the weather, prepared for 'farewell! '
May all 'poetry' born earn the love it deserves.


Brian Johnston
May 1st of 2019

Poet's Notes:
Let me publicly thank ‘PoemHunter.com' for allowing contributing poets to delete all ratings (and comments) on a poem they object to. Several new poems (‘Life With Kimmy! , ' ‘Oh, Don't Blame Me! , ' and ‘Can't Make Me Stop! ') were given a 1.0 rating today by a sad anonymous troll who apparently feels no admiration for my rhymes. I am sorry for the state of your soul, Sir or Madam, and hope that God is able to bring you peace someday!

I would consider allowing your 1.0 rating of these three of recent poems to stand, but alas, you seem unwilling to defend your values with a comment that has virtue or suggestion as to how I could make a poem better. I could also give myself a 10.0 to replace your rating (and probably deserve it for this poem) , but my poetry is its own reward. Your opinion appears to be only dog poop or simply hatred for some reason.