Poem -

POET OUTCAST

POET OUTCAST

Be ye a song left unsung
Or bell longing to be rung
Stands a dancer never twirled
A bright red pinwheel never whirled

We all find opportunities missed
Prom come and gone never kissed
So we cry alas alack
When surveying this sad fact.

So to the writer, seldom read
Spending ones time in ones head
All understood one at a time
Poetry in freestyle or in rhyme

Begs the question what laws one breaks
When writing liberties we take
And half a poem is written in rhyme
And the other half in freestyleΒ 

Hark was that the sound of the poetry swat team
Men in mauve suits
To slap wrung wrists

Verbal helicopters hover
Black suited practicers of rhyme
Descend on the freestylers
Who only rhyme some time

Style jail
Where the noncommittal go
To languish voiceless
Unheard

Disconcerted
Deserted
Unworded
Perverted

Did I just surrender
Was that giving in
Joined i the ranks
Of the rhyme only penned

I poke with meter
Any possible reader
Myself occasionally rhymed
Sometimes not

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