A social site for poets in Sydney.
Being of slightly unsound mind, and a bit Irish as well,
and not being in possession of an Etymology degree,
nor a codebreakers manual, I can never see the point
of poetry that is written in a manner bordering on the
unreadable.
As if the writer's mind has had enough of jumbled
and jangled cogitation, and so to protect itself, it
evacuates the bowels of the brain, resulting in
rhyming slime dripping like bile onto the page.
Such a page appears seemingly full of the
contents of your average thesaurus . . . and then some !
mixed with the writer's obligatory need to unload
his, or her, 'Unique' take on life, and love,
relayed to the reader in a litany of disjointed jargon,
guaranteed to deliver the kiss of death to another
momentous missive . . .
Intellectual seriousness . . . get over yourself.
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live and let live indeed hahah
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