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Get Published on Female First

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I am vain, arrogant and proud; I am a world famous poet;

these are my virtues, my vices I will not expound.

You can find me on Google. Yes, I know it.

I checked on whether I could be found.

 

I cling to the edge of the world, further most south;

any further is totally ice. For an introduction, would that suffice?

Academic prowess I have little; an eternal student, have been from my youth,

from the school of hard knocks. Would have been nice

 

to have followed another path. I am of a generation that learned as it went;

hard work, take the risk, place an investment. Roll the dice; see them fall.

Laugh or cry, it matters not; things do not happen for our entertainment.

Life is a process that makes it own rules; does not function to be in our thrall.

 

I cannot speak of great wisdom of the works of the great poets, have dabbled in philosophy;

20th Century English novels have been my banquet: John Fowles, Le Carre and Deighton;

a side dish of Burgess(a clockwork orange anyone?). Had a brief flirtation with the Romantics,

struggled with their length; luxuriated in their use of language and imagery.

 

So call me stupid, call me mad; I live in my deception.

Plumb memories; mix it with doses of jagged learning;

pour it out on paper. To bore or offend is not my intention.

Were I vain, I might say, “I write for the discerning”.

 

The reader rules, chose what survives;

what to let go; what to revive.

Be it folly, be it not,

I live or die on your praise.

 

If you are still with me, having reached this length,

I humbly thank you, for giving me strength.

Be it true, be it false; I stand among my peers,

a world famous poet.

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