Ode To The Modern Web-Poets
Considering how poetry is seen
by those who read or write within its laws,
I see now that the average is mean,
and hear the constant sharpening of claws.
No noble world of wishes made from love,
can dominate the noodlings on the Net,
while ne'erdowells negate them from above,
thus branding every word they say as, 'wet'.
I've seen the pretty poets fall to tears
in wake of criticism from the crude.
I've watched the old romantics through the years,
reduced to near redundant, by the rude.
And yet for all their vile attempts to stop...
the cream, cannot help rising, to the top.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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