Clod

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To be declaimed with faintly tremulous pomposity
in the tradition of Henry Irving

I protest.
I am a poem that needs to be written,
demands it.
But where am I ?
Stuck in the mind of a Clod.
This is no place for a masterpiece,
a definitive statement, subtle, layers of meaning,
nuanced to achieve a quintessentially apposite image.

He’ll rhyme, I don’t like him, and still less his muse,
I suspect he could be rather rude.
And idle and trite and even quite crude.
I’ll lose all my timbre and infinite grace,
while his miniscule fame he puffs up apace.
Put me back Clod,
where you found me ,
in a place by myself
where, A POET can find and propound me

What’s that did you say ?
Are you sure, is it true ?
W e l l - .
Sweet clod, my dear poet, write me, please do,.
you must after all for my public and you.
And Daddy too,
the publisher.

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ContrastingContrastingalmost 8 years ago
Still Excellent

The life of a wit is a life of laughter. You have made me laugh! Thank you.

tazz317tazz317about 12 years ago
EVEN A CLOD WITH THE PROPER TRAINING

can find knowledge to restore clumsiness. TK U MLJ LV NV

CinnerCinnerabout 12 years ago
Favourite

I can't say that I'm a big fan of poetry, but I've now read four of yours and I'm favouriting you and working my way through the rest of your work here. Your work is amazing! Very big smiles!

LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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lindianalindianaabout 18 years ago
How can one that is awake...

...not positively absolutely love this poem?

Kudos...the Peanut Butter ones.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
From Under the Bridge

Most excellent. Thank you.

LeBrozLeBrozover 18 years ago
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Oh look - some more have been unlost ~

disparaging self-mockery here -

I like ~

And a hymn to poets everywhere

under the watchful eyes of ... ... THE PUBLISHER

~

Jennifer CJennifer Calmost 19 years ago
Good stuff

Very funny and very clever,

a really great read and

very original,

loved it.

Thanks.

~ J

Wanton VixxxenWanton Vixxxenalmost 19 years ago
MOVE OVER!!!

And make room for Me - THE clod of poetry! You always come up with something clever - but this one takes the cake. lol To be berated by your own poem is sad, but to have it admonish you even in your sleep {like Mine do} is worse, believe Me <groan>. My dear man, you don't need the publisher to be a relative...yours can easily speak up for themselves and get published. I simply loved this one, ishtat!!!

Vixxx

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
mentioned

in the sunday reviews

du lac~

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