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But I'm Not A Poet

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This girl told me I'm not poetic.

And I don't understand why.

 

Maybe because I don't have long dreads

Ripped jeans, old revolutionary T-shirt with a vest.

Or or, maybe because I'm not a brotha with a full beard

360 waves, and no cross around my neck.

You know, the ones who talk like thissssss

And and, says deep stuff like thatttttt.

But what she doesn't understand is

Those deep words

Are meant to dive deep inside her

Mind, her heart her soul and grab hold

Tight! Real tight!

And pull a deeper

Almost prophetic understanding about the man that stands before her.

 

But I'm not a poet,

Why?

 

Is it because I don't use alliterations

Like, Love's longing lover is Lust

Lost in translation.

Lamenting over the lies

Do you feel, my frustration?

Are you seeing, my il-Lust-ration?

 

But I'm not a poet,

Why?

 

Maybe she wants a metaphor

Like, she's the sun and I'm the moon

Consumed by darkness, the earthlings admire my sight

But we both know I'm just a reflection off of her, light.

And the moon brings stability, but the sun births life

So that makes us a match made in the heavens for sure.

So there should  never be a question on what I, met-a-phor.

 

But I'm not a poet,

Why?

 

Is it because I don't use flashy words

Completely devoid of meaning, to make you feel a certain way?

Like the boy who waits on the porch every Saturday

Because his father said on Tuesday

That he'll call on Thursday

To arrange a time on Saturday to pick him up to play.

So at 9 a.m. that boy sits

Until 5 p.m. when his mom calls him

And just like that last situation

Those other poets will leave you waiting

On a change that'll never come.

Yet you call these other men poets because, they

Say nice things and

Sell beautiful dreams

Without the realization that none of those dreams are even about you.

 

But I'm not a poet,

Let me stop.

 

She told me they're poets because they make her feel a new, certain kind of way.

And if that be the case

I'll let the test of time preside

As judge over their crimes

I mean lies

Or whatver.

And when that time has passed I'll ask then again love,

Do you still feel, that new certain kind of way?

 

But hey, what do I know?

I'm not a poet.

 

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tretre says:

I so love this poem. Great job CeeTaylor! Keep that pen movin!
 

ceetaylor says:

Thanks a lot! I really appreciate it!
 

DallasCowgirl says:

Well written. Well said. This is poetry!

 

ceetaylor says:

Thank you very much!

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