I'm Obliged As A Poet

 

I'm Obliged as a poet to inform you of so,

A poet shares words of both gaiety and woe.

We all are not good and some are quite bad,

To be- spell others with both happy and sad.

We are a creature our own, of monstrous birth,

Sewing up words and magnifying their worth.

The ability to start a river of tears,

And regain again the strong flow of old fears.

To unleash a reign of unending joy,

The ability to manipulate our readers like toys.

But it doesn't stop there, oh of course no, not yet,

Our abilities stretch on to an unreachable depth.

We can also change ones views of a thing,

A puppeteer and his puppet, a master of strings.

To turn ones opinion, to sway ones once thought,

To be able to do this is unyielding yet naught,

is that the end of our powers, oh yes, there is much more,

An unthinkable order of arms to endure.

To turn anger to dust with a swish of a pen,

To unimaginably corny, an outcast of men.

We are heinous creatures, us poets, we are,

We can defile a person no matter how tall.

We have the ability to turn happy to sad,

And turn sad into something that isn't so bad.

So I feel obliged as a poet to inform you of so,

Of both wisdoms of worry and wisdoms of woe.

To warn you of a poets unyielding attempt,

To charm and curse others, but readers don't fret.

For we poets have this power not only to inveigle,

But to do something else that no one else is quite able.

We poets, you see, have a magical way,

Of capturing the world and scribbling each day.

On parchment or stone tab., it matters of not,

So readers of future can have influence of thought.

So, obliged I had felt, as a poet, you see,

To forewarn you readers who seem always at ease.

Of a poems true worth, which is, without doubt,

A monstrous, beautiful, happy and sad,

Sewing of words that is indeed to be had.

Author's Note

Thanks, Allison, for pointing out the misuse of the form gaily. =)

Reviews

[Allison]

"A poet shares words of both gaily and woe."

Do you mean gaiety?

[bluessadmood]

I am obliged as a poet to tell,I share words happy and sad,we are not good ,times so bad
We are creatures ,our own,sewing up words,turn them to magic,manipulate others like toys
I can change your mind,master of strings,will sway anyone thoughts..I am so mighty
I turn anger into dust,have magical power,show the world as we see and each day
So obliged I am as a poet,being able to change all facts..but as a poet,we will not do that...
we ,as i see it will be so truthful,a poet in the first place should be so humane
so honest,he could love and make love through words,but he could never bring hate
through his words or else he is not a poet as i see it..and he is never creative,and never will be
So lovely write,how I enjoyed this..