The man says, that is
the one who is the poet,
to leave all the dreamy,
sweet talking, romantic,
smell the flowers and
moon dust out of
your poetry and get into
real life where everything
counts and the more exposure
you can give to the vital,
earthy substance of life
then the more successful
your poems will be.

It is okay to use garbage,
sweat, and off-color words as
long as you express yourself
forcefully and don’t take
a lot of time getting to
the point you are trying to make.
If you don’t like that approach,
who cares because no one
is going to be reading them anyway.

The flowery stuff, rose petals and
morning dew just don’t cut it.
People are looking for the skinny,
the latest gossip and the truth of
how we all wear underwear and
it stinks at the end of the day,
unless all you do is sit around
watching TV and eating bonbons and
then just the bathrobe smells.

I keep listening, but I have this
lust for life that includes
rainbows, sunrise and sunsets.
What is wrong with talk
about the moon and tides;
mountains and the arduous climb?

I like to listen to the birds singing,
woods moaning as the wind
sweeps through. That is life, too.
Streams pouring into the lake
present a wonderful visual.
The morning sun highlighting
a single yellow flower in
the dunes is breathtaking.

So what does this guy know?
Sure, he has three or four
books of poetry published,
but that doesn’t mean anything,
does it?

Stanislaus Kuperski the Firski
February 15, 2015 ^