What is Poetry? by Jean Jones

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Re: What is Poetry? by Jean Jones

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Poetry

Words; vowels, verbs, nouns, adjectives...Wait!
Poetry consisting, yes?
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not, I'm afraid.
of what?
of me.
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say whats on your mind young man. go ahead, we'll wait.
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Waiting for, we'll wait, what the hell do you say?
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is that your answer?
not, I'm afraid.
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Struggling with what cannot be understood,]
prose/ people: piss poor prosperity peaking,
pulling poetry like a diamond ring from shit cast upon a field by a contented cow on its way to slaughter.

Poetry is not words,
is not emotion nor magic.
It cannot be taught in school,
beaten by church,
mixed by rage, passion, sex, or sadness.

"What is Poetry, you prick?" asked by those aloof to the muse of something higher.
(wasting winds wheel about me now, sucking those tendrils of what remaining sanity resides still, still in the
quiet of a tumultuous life.)

Poetry is but a word, a word title to show there is more inside a human than a soul being corrupted by this world.
What bubbles in each and every man, woman, and child bearing the DNA of humanity, is a poem.
That is the explanation.
Simple.
Everyone is a poet by virtue of having lived and thought.
Autistic to genius.
So write, sing, bellow, shout, think, cry, your poem to the world,
in this way of expressing who you are,
you show you're alive.
Trust not what is written,
especially this poem,
as the mind who writes this,
is nonexistent.
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Re: What is Poetry? by Jean Jones

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Yikes! A favorite word of mine.
Simple yet elegant,
short in letters yet full of life.
But here I go again,
straying from the path,
s t r ugg l in gggggg to hold on to any t h i n g,,,,,, even this thread.

(eternal pause)

There, back for the moment.
So yikes once again,
for in your email shall flood the words,
so many running around in my head,
to you sir, good luck,
as you grab your head while reading,
and shake again.
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