The Joys of Being A Poet

Posted: April 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

The Joys of Being A Poet

The Joys of Being A Poet

My aim is to blow up
Big as an actor and a poet
It’s nice to see people dropping O’s like a doughnut
And it’s nice to capitalize on the moment
When you touch on every component
My poems are curing people’s minds like a dosage
Even when I think I’m on my knowest
The joys of being a poet
Keeps me fizzed up like a bottle of Moet
I see all my poetry opponents
As mere beady-eyed rodents
Scuttling around like locusts
My task is to stay focused
With every word that touches every component
To the people who read my poems
And to the other poets that took notice
Of my works— they even quote them
As well as take note of them
Being a poet opens a lot of emotions
Tugging on people’s strings like a violist
I hold my hands up to topics which are noted
Such as sex which is deemed as the grossest
Certain people don’t want to know that
Being a poet and a performance poet
Is sort of like creating an invasion and an encroachment
Sometimes the poets make amends like atonement
And we use our poetic voices to support causes like a proponent
It’s good to have the audience at a standstill or postponement
Just to create the dramatic quotient
It’s like the breaking away of chains like an elopement
Which causes poetic performances to be effective and cogent
I get such a buzz from every performance
Audience members talking about my performance like informants
Mouths dropping to the floor like they’re gormless
As I spit these massive words from the thesaurus
Keeping the audience revved up like Porsches
With my poetry out of form as if they’re formless
Audience members turn up wearing their finest adornments
The same adornments making them look sexy and gorgeous
There’s more word of mouth going on to each other like informants
As the topics of my poems speak volumes of importance
A poet’s words will penetrate the minds with absorbance
Whether it’s good words or abhorrence
The poet and the audience will move in unison like accordance
As well as swaying together in conformance
Ticking to the same tock like a Lorus
Singing the same melody like a chorus
I’m willing to share my body or work—the whole corpus
Just as long as everyone takes in the words in a manner so porous
Us poets should not be out of shape and amorphous
I will keep spitting my poetry until my voice goes into hoarseness
Even if my poems contain elements of crassness and coarseness
As a poet—I want to maintain a vocal delivery that’s flawless
Even if I’m still writing material on one of many porches
Staying fresh like a fleet of new Porsches
When I’m on stage I’ve got to remain brave and dauntless
The usual poetic trick is to be loud and raucous
I’ve made the mistake of going onstage—saying something revolting and nauseous
I make the stage and the performance space my fortress

Copyright © 2012 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E. Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)

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