Today’s great undead poets,
awash in the Internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, hope and ideals.
Writing styles and topics,
whether expressed in romanticized language
or the coarseness of profanity,
are brilliantly reflected in individualized glory
and authors bask in the personal satisfaction of achievement.
In the ever continuing flow of poetic thought,
today’s great undead poets
find treasures in the discovery of self.
A very beautiful tribute. True poets give themselves away in words and words are forever. Regards, Sandra
find treasures in the discovery of self...thats so very true...everyday...every poem...thanks for the wonderful poem...lets all grow together...make the world a better place...ten in full...love...nalini
Terrific poem, Joe. Nicely phrased, indeed. However, I think few of us, whether great or not great, find much solace from the small rafts like PH which purportedly prevent us from drowning in the Internet Sea in which we are, as you say, awash.
This is a true depiction of us cyberspace poets, very nicely done. All the best, Diane
Thank you for sending me in your direction - this is truly beautifully scribed and I feel honoured that you took the time to read my humble offering... I particularly liked the title and the way you have woven it into the poem - great work... take care. Joey
Fine Work here...Impeccable structure and content quality...How true these statements you marshall into your work.Solid craftsmanship indeed, Joe. ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful! I really loved this poem.