Poets - We're Belligerent To A Fault
Poets fight with words and not with swords
Cutting to the heart. Curved blades, glinting like smiles
Thrust - an insult. Parry - a rejoinder.
Glance - a snide remark. Riposte, er, a riposte
Ouch! That touchéd a nerve
Poets love with words and not just kisses
Tending to the heart. Pursed lips, hinting at joy
Flirting with metaphors. Wooing with rhyme.
Stroking with compliments. Hope she's not averse to verse
Ooh! You can scan my meter
Poets live with thoughts and not just wishes
Mothballing the heart. Reason, shimmering ideas
Even when dusting or doing the dishes
Their inner world is uncluttered with worldly things
Oh! Get real, you dreamer!
Contributors: | N, F, Karin, Beefy, Ethetran, Dassn't Say, archaeopteryx, P. |
Poem finished: | 2nd October 2003. |