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The Old Man Writing Poetry

The Old Man Writing Poetry

I wish to be an old man sitting by the sea

spending all my time composing poetry

and everything that moves gives inspiration

twitches my pen to get in motion

from a rude child shouting at hisย mother

to the mad ramblings of a street philosopher

there's a woman licking ice cream ferociously

who catches me staring and smiles over to me

but I cut my eyes, annoyed at her interruption;

I was right in the middle of a great composition

so let the summer drive past, and flowers bloom

I'll beย by the sea, snacking on my mushrooms

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Tony Taylor

AH!! The sweet mystery of life that surrounds you!!...........I LOVE this slice of time........... eloquently observant and sweetly annoyed by its magnificence......... In an altered state of consciousness I sit by the sea.......... writing poetry.......... wow!!......... this is amazing Mamma Jamma!!........... perhaps I misinterpreted this a bit......... but it's where your words took me........... and your words ALWAYS transport me..............Thanx for this brother poet.......... enjoyed it very much!!......... high fives!!.........T xo

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Deborah Evans

HI ย Chris ย Really enjoyed your poem and it is trueย 
inspiration comes from many things i have wriiten afterย 
watching a film, and also just words pop in my head
and i write, ย or lookingย out of the window
Iย enjoy your work ย always a good story
ย Warm regards.. Debsย 

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Christopher Correia

hey sis, thanks for yourย comment...and that is an interesting theory on why writers write, perhaps it's why 'you' write, but I find the comment a wee bit ambitious on your part in that you seem to want to speak for an entire community of writers, personally, I don't write to ...'do what I must do because it is in me to do...' ย poetry is not some kind of mission for me personally; there is waaaay more to life than writing poetry, and I will not speak for why other people write, each has their reason, I reckon and I will respect their reasons....your comment is most interesting, confusing in places but interesting to read, I've had many conversations with poets and I've never heard your theory, it is a good one, just surprised that you spoke on behalf of other poets....sounds a bit cultish, lol....food for thought though, enjoyed....have great day ย  ย 

that is not why writers write at all...not for fame or fortune...but to simply do what they must do because it is in them to do it

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Christopher Correia

hey T, thanks for comment, glad you liked, lol....not sure what got into me but I felt like writing poetry yesterday, maybe because I got some rest, been working like a dog for close to a month, feel like a human being again, poem was a bit of a parody to be honest, met this poet a while ago who did unusual things to gain inspiration; like making himself homeless and marching across the province, he' s written quite a few books, used to go to my church, met him at a bus stop and we started talking so I invited him home for lunch and he turned out to be quite a dedicated fellow, but odd, he always reminds me of what I hope to never become; obsessive about something that I enjoyย doing, my canary in the coal mine, you might say, lol ....mostly this poem is about me, and how I would like to spend my time if or when I get old, I can't think of a better way to spend my days...cheers man ย 

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