I owe nothing
to the gatekeepers of poetry
those self appointed
self important twits
who took it
upon their own slender shoulders
to dictate the world of poetry
for all the rest of us rubes
I owe nothing
to the gatekeepers of poetry
who infect the pure spirit
of the bountiful human well
who try to mandate
their own inane standards
I ignore the absurdity
uf their fabricated pecking orders
and their proclamations
of what is or isn’t poetry
the sterility of their convictions
and the mediocrity of their minds
The human spirit soars
Poets spew out their verse
in manic and off beat tempos
often awkward, often mundane
but true to their own realities
best to ignore the gatekeepers
their smug self-righteous
and banal opinions
have no bearing on
the ultimate truth of poetry
which more often than not
is the truth of a singular voice
crying out rhythmic raps
and barbaric yawps
and unmeasured thoughts and dreams
I owe nothing to the gatekeepers
though decorum mandates
I accept their existence
worthless as they are
they have the same rights
to exist as I
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1116830
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