My Poetry

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It has always been my policy

To write my own kind of poetry

That which comes from my heart

And not my head

No form nor style

Except for a haiku now and then

(where I stayed awhile)

And I was at ease

Until I became trapped

Ensnared by a set on the internet

Discussing correct ‘form’

Which made me drown

In the ether of my discontent

(apologies to Will Shakespeare)

To say nothing of my ignorance

Hundreds – no, thousands of emails later

I have managed at last to free myself

What relief – ‘twas beyond belief…!

Rules are writ to be broken

Like words are wrote to be spoken

We are not so many peas in a pod

Whose poems send me off to the Land of Nod.

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© Denise G Allen 01 July 2012 08:48

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About adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!

22 Responses to “My Poetry”

  1. misswhiplash says :

    you write what you feel, how you feel…take no notice of those who do not understand

  2. johnell74 says :

    Yes, Denise. Conformance kills creativity.
    When I write, it comes out in different ways according to different ideas.
    Well said.!
    John

    • adeeyoyo says :

      I like the way you put it, John, and that’s also what is wrong with so-called ‘education’ nowadays. OK put everything in slots, trays, files, whatever one wants to call them but only up to a point.

  3. thehappyhugger says :

    I like your poetry adee, I dont know the rules about writing poetry and hope I’ll never stumple on them either. :)
    *hugs*

  4. adinparadise says :

    I agree with Hopestar. Love your poetry. There shouldn’t be any rules for free expression using words. Carry on regardless. ;) xx

  5. Maxi says :

    Release what is inside, Denise, no matter who thinks what.
    Blessings – Maxi

  6. Ben Naga says :

    PROSE WITH PRETENSIONS

    Always be yourself
    For if you are not yourself
    You will be no one

  7. poemsandponderings says :

    I loved it… “rules are writ to be broken
    words are wrote to be spoken…”
    Put a smile on my face as a token. Thanks Denise.

  8. poemsandponderings says :

    Ooopps, I mean, “Like words are wrote…” Sorry for the omission..

  9. Selma says :

    I firmly believe we should all write from the heart about subjects that move us. Otherwise, what’s the point? Hear hear….

  10. bluebee says :

    Yes, Adee, we find our own voice without all the noise :)

  11. Carl D'Agostino says :

    testing I may be spammed to your blog

  12. granny1947 says :

    Good to see you back…have been gently worrying about you.
    This is YOUR blog…you can do as you like.

  13. colonialist says :

    Indeed. Who is the master, the writer or the words? The trick is, of course, to break the rules in such a way that it is clear it is being diddicated with deliberate intent – and if I want to say deliberate intent is to consider a matter in a canvas structure, so be it!

  14. Mark William Jackson says :

    Always write your own, Bukowski wrote “when the talent wanes the form appears.”

  15. brian miller says :

    we have to write with our own voice…no matter where it takes it…and what form…there is freedom in that from trying to live up to someone elses notions of what we should be…

  16. Zen and Genki says :

    Lovely piece, I really enjoyed reading it -thank you!
    anne

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