POETRY IS MY ART
Poetry is an art,Enjoyed by many,
Even old farts,
This I know is true.
I'm an old fart to,
That put down
In words, That
other's like to read.
At least I hope they do,
Because with words.
I really like to play,
You can mold them anyway.
Into what you wish to say,
Poets old and new.
This is what they like to do,
Some are never recognised.
Some write them just for fun,
They never like to tell anyone.
Just incase there shunned,
This I know is very true.
For I was one of those,
Scorned for poetry.
Scorned for prose until
through the ranks, I Rose.
Overnight I lost my anaminity,
There was no animosity.
I left that part of me behind,
I love to share what I write.
I look back to those anonymous day's,
As I shared myself in my anonamouse.
In many ways that's still me, Just
an older fart that loves his craft.
As crazy as it seems, I still
write poetry in my dreams.
From January to December,
Trouble is when I wake up,
There's none that I remember.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-02-14 at 11:35
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