Poets Fashion Poem by K.C. Ford
Poets Fashion
In this endless cycle of fashion,
the poets rise in praise
of whatever is the moments craze,
chanting words with pompous passion.
But empty are the hearts of men
who follow fads and latest trends,
who in truth cannot defend
the whims of such a fickle pen.
And when their verse no longer rhymes
with what fashion now dictates,
they hear the chorus of their fate;
You did not speak, you merely mimed.
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4/25/2024 6:44:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
you say that you wrote this piece created in a moment when tired of reading so called poems by ego freaks feeding their vanity. I found that oddly self-descriptive of you- -yes there are people here who are learning to write and express their thoughts and feelings- how dare they? you ask- - you obviously are convinced that you are different from them and by crowing on your dung-heap you lost my respect for your fledgling poems