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Introduction
You
know the feeling. You walk in to your local woking mens club dressed in
your best tee-shirt and you mate shouts across the room "Hi, how's the
poetry going". Please, take me outside and SHOOT me ...
All
Poets are Wimps!
They
always look at me and say
"YOU write poetry?"
With a look of shear disbelief and cynicism
That's normally tinged
with a degree of unnecessary cowering
You
get the feeling that they regret it
The moment the words leave their lips
And that, in response
They are expecting a crushing blow to the head
Or instant death
for daring to challenge my masculinity
"Yes,
I WRITE POETRY!"
I say
"Were you expecting
a man in tights with long hair
or, perhaps
someone in a smoking jacket with big white teeth
and flower in his button hole?"
"No,
no, it's just, well ."
"Yeah,
I know, I'm not most people's idea
of a 'typical poet' but then again
I'm not most people's idea of a typical anything
Thanks to the shackles of appearance".
Even
the local papers seem to 'mock' me
"Commando
Turns Poet"
the headline reads
like
"Trucker does Ballet"
or
"Wrestler takes up Knitting"
Why
do people associate POETRY and MEN with terms like
Poofs, wimps, loners and weirdoes?
What's
so 'feminine' about words?
If
I utter "to be, or not to be"
Do I instantly turn homosexual or
Develop motherly instincts?
If
I start wandering lonely as a cloud
Does that make us both fluffy and wistful?
Sometimes,
I wish I could tie my audience down
And, dressed in my best camouflage and balaclava
Bawl some of my best poems at them
Military Drill Style
"Shoulder's
back, tie that button up
Now then, here's verse two you 'orrible little lot."
Perhaps
then, they'll realise that writing poetry
Isn't a weakness
It's a strength
YES,
I'M A POET
And
you'd better like my poems
Or I'll pull your head of
And **** down your neck son
Poetry's
for wimps?
Try
telling ME that and see what happens!
Copyright;Paul
Bearer
Email:
Graveyardpoems@aol.com
Web Site: http://members.aol.com/graveyardpoems
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