Poetic License Poems - Poems about Poetic License

Once again, yours truly takes poetic license. Whenever the missus irks me or complains... I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin whereby the Army National Guard gets called World War III declared Bubbe rolled over like Beethoven in his grave where re: posthumous renown one hundred & ninety eight years ago March 26, 1827,...

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. “ Do You Know Phrase POETIC LICENSE Now that I’ve used So much They call Me . A Poet Licentious....

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Politically correct doesn't always answer the desire of my heart. So I must Open my mind and draw words and phrases that stir and erupt from the Elective place of my very soul. I have heard a poet apologize for using a Telltale word such as crap. I told her don't...

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I not sure I’ll renew my poet’s license this year, most of the keepers have been kept with the biggest ones caught, stuffed and hung on the walls of tumbledown fishing lodges. Although there are rumors, that the big one Bishop caught and released back in 1946 still swims somewhere in the dark waters between Nova Scotia and...

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My muse is on a cruise...

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Poetry is fun Every day words are my friends Poetic license I take Easy Poetry Dances in my head today Greatly amusing my muse Ideas arrive Rhymes come swiftly to my brain Parading and dancing their truth...

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I recently read a politically incorrect prolific poet, or so I thought at the time, or more felt than thought, more truthfully, integrally, Who said, If poetry is politically correct, it cannot be poetry. So, if he is politically correct in this statement, is he thereby also not a poet in good standing? An enigma to which I respond, If so, then politically incorrect messages also cannot...

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What makes a story a poem A paragraph a verse I trust I'll find the answer Before I'm in my hearse But if you are the man, Sir Who can provide the answer Tell me when it happened That a verse became a stanza But if you are a poet Then you will surely know it For all your lines will rhyme Except for when they...

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A poet in search of his muse Tried to find her by choosing to booze; Far from what he desired The poor fellow expired-- So be careful which boozing you choose! (August 20, 2018)...

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So, what would you have me write? Dulcet words of limply lurid metaphor stuttering staccato of acceptable alliteration preposterously impersonal personification drab and dreary diluted imagery innocently innocuous innuendo insouciantly inane sonnets neutered non-rapier wit squishy, soft white bread limericks fettered faint hearted free verse sanctimoniously soft spoken rants devoid of do’s and don’ts, can’s and can’ts all to fit in a box with invisible locks displayed on...

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According to the dictates of Suzy Berlinsky, a Hello Poetry sibilant chargé d'affaires female equivalent, sans Grand Poobah aye surmise she deems my preference favoring lower case, especially taking a figurative page from thee poetic play book of e.e. cummings, (not to be con- fused with Elijah E. Cummings, thee American, and United States Democrat representing Maryland's majority dark skinned...

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My poetic license became revoked on Doomsday An afternoon or dawn if I remember in December The government won't help the situation much They expired two days before the end came about On marble floors and flat tires on the roads While opioids spilled out on country highways Remapped exactly as large trucks might have done Some one stole my pen...

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Poetic license My memory has chose To filter out factual events As to the dead My conscious pays A false connection I wished I had felt Instead of the gap Growing up Was ever present If I have nothing good to say Lest the dead in fractures lay Of best intention Reproduction What could have been If both parties Had more time...

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Poetic License Pure Frustration If I could not Kiss you with my sonnets Explain you symbolically Or say “I love you” In metaphorical ambiguities Like Braille, I’ve felt tipped over you With my flair For words My paper is kodachrome canvas And in a split second thought I’ve blown up a verbose Enlargement of your essence Blessed am I Above all lonely women in love I can illuminate with alliteration...

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Alter-ego ...

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