.....by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"
I ain't a poet
Nor do i know the rules of poemry
All i know is
Am endowed with an ability to write
A line or two that i desire read
Caring less if
A Recon praises it, a Decon "kills" me or "Whatever!"
I ain't a poet
Nor do i know what it is i write
Someone discovering said "This is poetry"
No its not!
Just a string of words
I happen to scribble
Less it gets lost, forgotten
I ain't a poet
Nor do i care for rules of rhymery
For some come trained, Ph. D'd
I? i just find it natural
Gushing forth bone marrow to veins
Accompanying the reds
To nooks & cranies
I ain't a poet
So call me not an author
Pardon, forgive a novice's pour
In fact, read not what is not worthy
Of a refined mind like yours
Comment, critique? "Naaah!"
Me dead metaphor
I ain't a poet
So look not for A B, A B
Or A A, B B. Is there A B C D?
26 letters of the alphabets
Taught in kindergarten to kids
That grow to become writers
Critics and Emeritus
I ain't a poet
Admit it i have, so what?
Does that stop
The words craftsman in me
The inspiration within
Nor do i miss a glance stolen
Definitely not a smile of admiration
I ain't a poet
Yes, i am just "I"
Wearing a smile
Feeling inspired
Pen and paper in hand
Qwerty keys awaitingly beckon
To reveal a mind's flow, mine
Yet, I ain't a poet.
Tijjani M. M.
(c)(r) 20130426
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