Poem 800

THIS poem is number 800

Of poems I've "published" on various sites.

You might golf, play tennis or paint;

Of me they merely say, "He writes."

 

Eight hundred poems are a lot

Of poems if you are keeping score.

But bear in mind that poets out there

Have written hundreds or thousands more.

 

Writing can become a passion--

Something that grasps your innermost being,

That vibrantly exposes your heart

When you try to express what you're seeing.

 

My approach is sometimes light-hearted

And playful if I am in the mood;

And yet I can be quite serious

And muse on something or ponder or brood.

 

I often write poems that tell a story.

Call them unsophisticated

If you wish, but frankly I say

Sophistication is overrated.

 

After observing the world around me,

I sit down and roll up my sleeves

To write, often focusing on

Some of my most annoying pet peeves,

 

Hypocrisy being ONE of them.

Oh, the slimy hypocrites ooze

Flagrant chicanery, fraud, and pretense,

And every day they're in the news.

 

Some say, "Leave no turn unstoned."

No, wait: I mean "stone unturned."

And no, you can't please everybody;

That's an important lesson I've learned.

 

If you've read all 800 poems,

I've taken up a lot of your time.

I hope you've found the journey worthwhile--

This journey through my verses in rhyme.

 

But if poetry's NOT your thing,

Do not worry; I understand.

You'll receive no criticism,

No reproof, no reprimand.

 

Therefore, if you've read this far,

Celebrate along with me

This little challenge. Raise your glass

And drink a toast to poetry!

 

-by Bob B (12-27-18)