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Poets

Poets

 

Poets are drunks, the loquacious and disillussioned 

Those whose energy is breathing its last gasp

We think before we say, as memories lay dormant

We have loved, cheated and manipulated

no strangers to this corrupt world

Poets ponder and meditate but fail in any conclusions

But through the joy of life they speak clear cut truth

Listen to our poets as they speak for us

They are the proclaimers of our soul and lost ambitions

They speak solid truth based on experience

They lament, rejoice and question our humanity.

Poets are the catharsis of humanity

where frustration speaks without falsehood

 

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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Dec 2021 17:32

Tom, thank you also. The response to this poem has taken me aback as I wrote it on the spur of the moment. Your words are as always gratifying and encouraging.
Thanks
Keith

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Tom

Wed 22nd Dec 2021 13:17

Beautiful, eloquent and spot on in its message.

If only more people had poetry in their lives, I think it has a power to help and heal a great many folk. They just need to discover it and they too can be poets.

A great write Keith.

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keith jeffries

Wed 22nd Dec 2021 12:28

Thank you for all the likes and comments. You are all fine poets and good people. It is a privilege to share work with you.
Merry Christmas
Keith

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th Dec 2021 21:54

Stephen and John, thank you.
Keith

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John Botterill

Mon 20th Dec 2021 21:18

You express thoughts with elegance and great honesty, Keith. I really enjoyed this. Thank you.
John

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 20th Dec 2021 17:08

I think your poem puts it very well, Keith. In the end, poets are just like everyone else and do what everyone else should be doing.

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keith jeffries

Mon 20th Dec 2021 15:48

MC.,
Thank you. Very well put.
Keith

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 20th Dec 2021 14:47

It can be debated - "What poet claims to know it?"
I see the job as holding up a lamp in a dark tunnel - not to force
others to move along but to guide them.on the way should they
think the journey/exploration worth the effort.

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Sunshine

Mon 20th Dec 2021 05:51

Beautifully defined. Thank you for this. Introspective write🌷

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