"Poetry In Motion" .... (The Group)
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Saturday, February 18, 2012 12:41:41 AM
I've never seen a bigger sea
of prose that masquerades as poetry.
So much the same, a mountainous file
of lachrymose hearts and mawkish style.
Maudlin, cloying, sickly, saccharine,
sugary, over-sweet, with syrup in between.
Mushy, slushy, schmaltzy, weepy stuff,
cutesy, love-dovey, and cornball enough.
Trite and sentimental, of tear-jerking scene
with not much rhyme or meter in between.
There are exceptions, including me,
whose verses flow in rhyming symmetry
and raise the heart and soul above the rest
whose poetry is prose and fails the test.
Seek now the Poets whose words sublime
rise above others who cannot master rhyme.