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So often I hear the cry of people:

Make it plain to see 

Plain to read.

You hide behind your flowery words

But we a sinking in them.

Our ears are ringing with them. 

Our minds forsaking them to bygone. 

Our hate for verse stays unnumbed

By you that write puzzles instead of poems

And verbosity instead of verse

When poetry is what you say you're aiming for. 

But I try, I beg as simply as I can.

It sounds so juvenile in my ears .

It feels so silly from my hands.

The words taste gummy on my lips and 

Dance ditties in my head.

Don't bother me with tales of your failings. 

They bark back at me

Don't bother me with your tales at all. 

They're not even proper stories.

What bard cannot speak to the common folk? 

What minstrel will not play songs the day? 

You sing for no one but yourself 

Then you call yourself an artist.

Author's Note

Its not quite finished but I'm not sure where to go from here.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

There is so much wisdom in your poems and uniqueness to you...Bravo

[Sky]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)