Once upon a time
Poetry was more than rhyme
It spoke of the realities in life
Love, war, culture and strife
Something happened, what?
I cannot say...
To make the average person turn away
From the beauty and suffering once employed
The magic of the written poem was destroyed
Bereft of feeling and now on your knees
Pray you don't catch the communicable disease
Education breeds ignorance
When intuition is not applied
The unholy need for inference
When the gift of instinct died
By those who just don't 'get it'
Trapped in a time not their own
Uncreative beasts burdened to repeat
Instead of modernize and hone
Tho they don't understand
Respecting only their own opinion
Big words make them feel grande
Poetry is an art form
Art cannot be definitively defined
God is also like art....
Tho many have tried
The atheist of poetry creates rules
Where none really exist
But nothing cannot be defined
They continually insist
Our culture brought low
Since the big disconnect
The need to KNOW
Did it make you feel?
Anger? or Pain? or Pleasure?
Intellect killing retrospect
Emotions are the buried treasure