Everything was banned So many rules under the new regime Books were no longer allowed Pens were not permitted
By Christopher Beardabout 2 hours ago in Poets
What is a poem worth? Could there be a one million dollar poem? Someone already did the one million dollar webpage
It came at great cost I was walking around enjoying looking at the frost Something told me I needed a new boss Whilst I was thinking about it I almost slipped on some moss
We have all this writing Yet what does it mean? Will anyone read it in a thousand years from now? It remains to be seen
By Christopher Bearda day ago in Poets
Only some will make it Others will never be seen All we know is that they are written by someone behind a screen
Imagine if every time you needed to write it was a chore Hard labour to put down one word Or maybe you had to lift it like a heavy load
Lying all around Everything in a mess Nothing makes sense All in no order Looking further but nothing new
By Christopher Beard4 days ago in Poets
So many questions Didn't know what was requested Had nothing invested Didn't want to do what you suggested
By Christopher Beard5 days ago in Poets
Not is not a knot But nots could be knots But knot isn't a not Not only is a not not a not Also, a knot might not be a not
Just sitting here enjoying the view Hope this is not an illusion So much confusion Hopefully no intrusion Needs to be an allusion
If you were ever missed You should never dismiss Could be something amiss Hopefully it will be bliss Never insist
We are all here to write For some it is a delight Hopefully, nothing is done out of spite Because we all want lots of likes
By Christopher Beard6 days ago in Poets
