The Poet is in You and Me!

The Poetry in me, 

Has strong roots, just like a tree, 

Tapping deeply into metric paradigm, 

But I really won't compete, 

With those self proclaimed elite, 

Who ignore good grammar, rhythm, beat and rhyme.

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Just call me Simple Simon, 

I'm the poor man's gourmet pie man, 

I'll deliver you a poem with a twist, 

If environmental issues, 

Get you grabbing for the tissues, 

I'll provide a little humour to assist.

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There are some who fail to see, 

I'm in love with poetry, 

This is not a passing phase I'm going through, 

I've been rhyming for a while, 

Taking care not to defile, 

How poetic words convey our passions true. 

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Prose alone, like pantomime, 

Fills feint hunger, given time, 

But with prose alone, no matter how you state it, 

It just will not pass the test, 

Grammar gourmets must digest, 

Without rhyming couplets dressed to elevate it.

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Now if poetry's proficiency, 

Is what you seek, I'll guarantee, 

That seldom will your rhymes succeed first time, 

But with every new correction, 

Practice points you to perfection, 

'Till in no time you'll write verses quite sublime.

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Just like strawberries and cream, 

When together, taste supreme,

Prose alone that does not rhyme is just no fun,

So let's all now raise our glasses, 

Handsome lads and bonnie lasses, 

To the poet that's inside us, everyone.  

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For those of you who's thirst for verse I may have awoken from slumber, and who have not previously been exposed to my infamous poems, here is a sampling of some of those published here on beBee:  

walk-walk-walk  

oh-bee-quiet-not  

spare-a-thought  

plastic-man-goes-green  

more-o-me-rhyming-comments-fact-fun-or-farce

my-words  

she-ll-be-right-mate  

no-hall-for-this-toad  

hello-mister  

my-dad-likes-honey  

oh-me-oh-my-what-can-i-do  

ode-to-the-apostrophe  

ode-to-quality-control  

it-s-bebee-blogging-time  

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The author of the above, Ken Boddie, besides being a sometime poet and occasional writer, is an enthusiastic photographer, rarely leisure-travelling without his Canon, and loves to interact with other like-minded people with diverse interests.

Ken's three day work week (part time commitment) as a consulting engineer allows him to follow his photography interests, and to plan trips to an ever increasing list of countries and places of scenic beauty and cultural diversity.