philosopher poets
dull solitaires stranded
on islands of intellect
languish ignored and
unpolished by patronage
snubbed by academy
dons homely lonely
extravagant thoughts
raised in rhetoric
mortgaged by metaphor
bold interrogatives
verbalize verses acute
with glib secular prayers
for those insights those
clues to the keys to the
locks of creation those
cues to the questions
that even unanswered
ennoble the practice of
living a praiseworthy life
but a one handed sole
minded search for some
soothing amalgam of
penned entertaining
enlightening wisdom
wears hard on the psyche
a smart thinker author
wants partners not rivals
needs readers not muses
if ever his words are
to matter in least as
a good tinker’s damn
my kind of poet . . .
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Bam! Well said!
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thanks, Lisa
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may I suggest Highland Park single malt – the 12 year?
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I’ll grab the bourbon and meet you at the ice cubes
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Ah! The Tinker takes it away. Such a flow that I would love to drown in…
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sometimes they come out that way
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Color me clueless–I have no idea whether there’s a message in here for me personally, or not. Hope you had a good birthday–a few guests showed up at my place for your reblog…
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chalk it up to a cranky moment
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And I read it in a cranky moment, so there ya go. Readers simply don’t deliver 100% everyday–it ain’t gonna happen, no matter how good our poetry. Are you better today? I am–I’m baking a cheesecake for my absent love.
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every day comes with its good and bad moments
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Yep, I know. So I have to fight the urge to delete and find new digs. I’m running out of steam to keep packing up and moving…
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‘if ever his words are
to matter in least as
a good tinker’s damn’
They do (matter)… maybe even a little more than a tinkers damn.
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much appreciated, Robert
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So very true. Words fall to the ground and fade without an audience to effect.
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thank God for WordPress
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Amen!
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On my third read in quick succession – this is another of your ‘point well made’ through the sublime art and craft of your chosen ‘words’
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thank you, mike
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Wonderful!
Love so many lines…especially:
raised in rhetoric
mortgaged by metaphor
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glad that it worked for you
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Nicely put, Paul. Aren’t we all playing at Marco Polo?
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Marco!…
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I appreciate where you’re coming from, Paul. We’ve both got some miles on us. I respect your dogged persistence to write as an amateur (in the best possible sense of the term). You seem to write for the joy of it.
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Polo!
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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When I bemoan my lack of audience, my husband reminds me to write, sing, do for the joy of it. I want to believe him… And it rings a little bit true, but so does what you’ve beautifully flowed here. On other words, cheers to you and I’ll “meet you at the ice cubes.” (Sounds to be great poem fodder there.)
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raising my glass to you…
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Love the conclusion!
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thanks kindly, jane
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