Sunday, June 20, 2010

Brotherhood

(An Acrostic)

Boys grow up to be strong men;
Reckless and riotous now and again!
Other men are deemed their 'mates';
'Thick as thieves' the description states!
Hostilities find men combined;
Eventually, they bond, we find.
Ribald jokes and caterwalling!
Heaven help us! It's appalling!
Old men still think back with pleasure
On their days of fun and leisure.
Dad, though old, pontificates
About adventures with his mates.
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TALENT SHOW

Everyone is born with some special talent,
Even if it isn't always plain to see!
Some have a talent for major self-deception.
That may, of course, include the likes of me!
We've seen and heard them all on TV programs;
The warblers gaily singing out of tune,
The dancers with the two left feet, galumphing,
The crooners who just don't know how to croon.
I kid myself I'm talented at verses!
I'm thrilled when I see stuff of mine in print,
But I know 'real poets' wonder why I bother;
'Doggerel isn't poetry' they hint.
Is it better to imagine one's a winner,
Against the better judgment of the crowd?
To strut around, puffed up with thoughts of grandeur,
When there isn't any reason to be proud?
Or should one be all hesitant and humble,
Keeping one's 'talents' underneath a stone?
Should I be shy about my little verses,
Secretly scribbling when I'm all alone?
Just think of all the talents that lie wasting!
The books that never see the light of day!
Just because authors feel they must be modest
And hide the 'next great masterpiece' away!
No! Better to flaunt, and face 'outrageous fortune',
The snide remarks and pursed lips of the many,
Be brave and put your little talents 'out there',
(Unless, of course, it's true you haven't any!)
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1 comment:

dorinny said...

"Should I be shy about my little verses,
Secretly scribbling when I'm all alone?"

Noooo! I love your poetry. Quietly following you day to day... The last 2 lines in this poem are great, love the cute little twist.