Poetry -To Love Or Lament.? Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Oh how they roll in
On PoemHunter night after day
Some write thousands
So much to say
With their dogged subjects
Like dug up bones
So strongly held in their teeth
Some with egos the size of icebergs
Looking for their Titanic
Some shy, withholding much
In fear of being bitten
By bleak comment
Some of wise poetry
Some of the wizened words
And those that question
The almost unquestionable
A lot treat it like a competition
I can beat him or her
Wow I say, I don't think that much
Let alone write it
Then there are those that stun me
‘With their brilliance, composite knowledge
And beauty of words
Which occasionally bring
A tear to my eye
With their combined humour
And joy and superb use of language.
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So it stumbles along
This ever growing collection
Of thoughts, words and writings
Of the scribes of this Earth
And I read on smiling
Grimacing crying, laughing
You are are strange lot my fellow poets
When I'm gone I am going to miss you all