5 Eye Rhyme; 6 A Question

'EYE RHYME'

a poem never to be read aloud

When i say to the aspiring sublime:

"A waste of words is an abomination,
Publish or Perish is not your situation,"
i alliterate and i rime.

Yet, where the sounds don't keep chime,

the verse writers at home and in their offices
sadly confuse visual and aural devices
to concoct an excuse for their cheap 'rhyme'.

Letters only spelled the same on paper

are false notes that jar the genuine ear,
skilless discords the true listener won't bear,
where real rime is to be beauty's shaper.

Love, over and above,

is the term literally abused most.
Many a reader will suddenly get lost,
when it's paired with dove instead of dove.

Good poetry needs no rime, like wine no bush.

The poor 'eye-rhyming' rimester
who submits a piece each trimester
i therefore tell (for i'd rather not push):

"Please, don't publish and don't perish,

forget your fears,
first wait nine years."
It's an ancient advice we ought to cherish.

Vincent van Mechelen

An intersting poem.

Robert Frost -  A Question

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

 

Nothing to note here but I do wonder at this selection. Personally, I think Robert Frost may have been on to something here looking at life from an eternal perspective. If what I have come to believe is correct, before we were born to this mortal existence, we wanted to come down in the worst way and birth into this is definitely worth all the scars we may end up with.