By stephen
Date: 2013 Feb 14
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Poetry is Corny

My poetry is corny. It tries so hard for wit, banter and charm. I beat my head on blank screens to word my thoughts of you, to you, but really you shouldn’t read. It will never do you justice. It cannot come close to Yeats. I am no Poet To His Beloved. I bring no passionate rhymes.  So this Valentine’s day I am just telling you that I love you, and I hope through some awry miracle, in the face of all contemporary societal consciousness, you will understand precisely what you truly mean to me.