Steffi's Poetry Poem by Mark J. Schulte

Steffi's Poetry



Steffi's my friend - a poet she's not.
But let's all remember the things that she's got.
Blonde hair and blue eyes -- and oh, lots of fun!
But forget about Tennyson, Shakespeare - or Donne.

Steffi's been blessed and is greatly endowed
with hallmarks not found in the regular crowd.
Among these are fantasy - and vivid illusion,
which borders, we'd say, on acute self-delusion.

She considers her verse is fit for a queen,
but likely more fitting a pure philistine!
Her verse is suited to a particular kind;
a particular verse for a laudenum mind.

But the greatest of poets, once did remind,
'The mind is its own place and in it you'd find'
 -- as Milton, of Stefanie's verse did foretell --
'a Hell of Heaven and a Heaven of Hell.'

MJS 11/20

Thursday, September 23, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Stefanie and Polly are friends of mine I love them but their poetry is terrible. And I have told them but they wont listen. Maybe if I tell them in verse.
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Mark J. Schulte

Mark J. Schulte

St. Louis, Missouri
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