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    Poets Just Can't Be Pleased

    Poets just can't be pleased
    no matter how you try to appease
    we’ll search for your nits
    and throw hissy fits
    if you screw up an i before e.

    God forbid you tell and don’t show
    we won’t shrink from letting you know
    your imagery's lacking
    and your face deserves smacking
    then move on to dissecting your flow.

    Make sure your punctuation is right
    ‘cause us piranhas don’t nibble, we bite
    mindful of caps
    or your knuckles, we’ll rap
    then complain your clichés are trite.

    Beware redundancy, it’s a killer
    as is wordiness caused by filler
    kindly get to the point
    and keep our noses in joint
    repetition is surely no thriller.

    Corrupt syntax makes us see red
    we abhor rhymes being force fed
    if your meter has bumps
    you’ll take your lumps
    as we converge as a whole on your thread.

    And if you haven't a single clue
    our standard advice to you
    is to read published work
    so you won't seem a jerk
    suck it up and skip the boohoos.

    No, poets just can't be pleased
    so kindly receive our replies with ease.
    We mean no disrespect
    and your work’s not abject
    pursuit of perfection has us diseased.

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    amusing and yet critical...one expects it to have..100% correct punctuation but for me either way is ok..enjoyed
    The only one who can heal you is you.

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    Wonderful! I love it.

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    LMAO... seriously... you nailed that pesky quirk that torments, teases and terrorizes poets...faaabulous...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    I dare anyone to provide a critique for that poem

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    Very meta, my friend. I enjoyed it. I feel the rhythm could be tightened here or there, but the truth and humor of the piece shines through. Good to read your work again. It's been too long.
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