The pundit bemoans a young poet has
failed the day
The pundit bemoans a young poet has failed the day
with threadbare forms so trite they rhyme
each time:
contemporary poems don’t dare use cliché!
It’s no good if it rolls off the tongue to display
dainty imagery at ease with neat sounding rhyme,
the pundit bemoans a young poet has failed
the day.
On verdant hillsides two lovers stroll
happy and gay,
Blood-red scripted above: “Banal, not worth a dime!”
Contemporary poems don’t dare use cliché!
Bee loud glade, or raindrops dashing youths’ soiree
--here is original, words academia agrees sublime,
the pundit bemoans the young poet fails another
day.
New poetry must be mysterious, sadness depress the
way,
for any young lad can sound a church
chime!
contemporary poems don’t dare use cliché!
He knows his prowess, from the pundit he casts away,
Those words let me express life, is
that a crime?
The pundit bemoans a young poet has failed the day,
contemporary poems don’t dare use cliché!
--
Villanelle