Robert Frost...A Reflection

No matter corporeal essence
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew

mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who

nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you

would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage point
(approximately three quarters

of a century) in the past
his (WMGK) magic doth blare
infusing and injecting
a much needed cheer

full dose of dare...
ring ling lee, (I spout
je nais sais quois)
in my attempt

to be poetically debonair
(the only French known to me)
in an effort to endear
homage Robert Frost,

he whose flair
with words defy accolades
and brilliance doth glare
with blinding profundity here

to fore lamentable, impossible, and
feeble attempt to emulate,
a immortal one man brand
amidst pantheon of

August American poets,
the depth of,
his writings doth expand
lovingly justifiably ineluctably

historically gently fanned
this nonpareil poetic king,
whose status grand
which feeble, ignoble,

and laughable attempted hand
(spurred by facilitator
at "All Poetry" website) island
did this impossibly
elusive task, thus admit
admission aye feel duff feet head

to write letting words flit
to and fro, hither and yon,
that bind like true grit
with that esprit

de corps cerebral impact
that doth gently hit
ice suppose said task
would be a breeze to an Innit

where he/she,
would immediately synchronize
unlike myself, who whiz
not up to this task,
as yukon up prize

thy dog gone ruff hewn effort -
no (Chuck Norris) lies
attested as wretched - to by
any gallivanting guys
hence aye desperately axis allies!