Poetry needs a quiet time
---Anonymous
When all the words are put down for a rest
---Anonymous
When the pen and ink is idle
---Anonymous
and the paper remains unused
---Anonymous
A time to renew the heart
---Anonymous
while inspiration takes a Sabbatical
---...J
mind's exhausted, a picturebook wastedump
---Selrachco
a garbage field of guttered emotion, and molded words,
---Selrachco
idle, unused statements scared of rising uo
---Selrachco
because they might be shattered down, slammed on, etc., etc.,
---Anonymous
by a pompous, unfeeling 20th century backyard critic. (By God, thats the word I was looking for)
---Selrachco
Words come alive, I implore you, come alive!
---Selrachco
Hurl words from the sling like scrotum of your 19th century sensibility
---lar
over our heads into the droning real of the 21 century catacombs
---lar
the halt and gurgle of the trilling ecstatic snout of poetreason
---Anonymous
rooting in the rufous rump of song for tender dew like meaning
---Anonymous
and all because on some yellow ersatz page some sage admonished
---Anonymous
Pause !
---lar

uo should be up, Selrachco
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L1-6-J.
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I feeled honored that a great poet like you felt compelled to add his lines of golden verse to a low and humble barbarian like myself. Somebody give me a hanky, I think I'm gonna cry! Selrachco