There are those who write, and those who rhyme,
and those who lose all track of time.
Some pose questions, I suppose.
Can you think of one of those?
Some tell stories. Some tell lies.
Some indeed have alibis.
Some strive for satire; some for wit.
Some full of fact; some full of .. grit.
There are some who may invent new words:
Some words take flight; some for the birds.
Others stick to well worn phrasing.
Some so clique`d; some amazing.
There also is the type of poet
who expresses ideas without needing to rhyme
and feels unrestrained
by form,
structure,
and merely expresses ideas focussing on the content.
Their message
Pure
And simple
As it were.
It doesn't really matter what
their style is. They're all a lot
of people with a common drive.
To make ideas become alive.
Their media? They work with words.
But surely they can't all be nerds?
There's far too many people do it.
Privately they each pursue it.
Some will share their work with others.
Probably starting with their mothers.
If the feedback caused no pain,
some will share some more again.
And so the world becomes more pleasant
by each new shared poetic present.
But some will write for more than fun,
and when these poems are finally done
the world is changed by thoughts and words:
But are the pens mightier than the swords?
