Some Poetry

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Some poetry has never impressed me.
It often seems contrived
Especially when lines have to rhyme.
Like "Do you want a lime?"
"Give me a dime."
"You'll get it in time."

Some people see their own beliefs.
In one poem a tiger's burning bright,
But while one reader sees a Christian,
Another's tiger is no doubt an atheist.
Can there ever simply be a tiger burning bright
Into the forest of the night?

Why do poets spin their imagination
To describe a scene dazzlingly beautiful
Then have a reader come along
And perceive an analogy of misery?
The poet says, "No, it's a scene outside my cabin."
"Oh, no," some say, "It's an obscene dream!"

Some poets can make a poem so highbrow
That I can't perceive an image.
Give me a vision of sunset or sunrise.
Describe the smell of roses or the taste of amber honey.
Don't tell me meaningless words that have no reason.

Yes, some poems can lose meaning in their rhyming.
They can pale in man's interpretation.
They can mean what they don't mean
And insult with inane thinking.
But, sometimes we feel the rhythm and a vision,
And may just glimpse within--fantasy and passion.