Ode to the Poets I have met – yes that means YOU

Words to the
left of me
words to the


beneath, behind in front of
everywhere in sight

Prompts or ‘check this out guys’
challenges or nay
words will not escape this head
in the night or in the day

Never had this urge before
quite like I have now
word upon word they follow me
don’t know why or even how

Notepad, pen I carry
in case a word does strike
sentences, paragraphs resonate
another line will come tonight

I should be tending to my chores
but no no no they wait
dust collecting on the floors
so much is on my plate

So serve me up instead I ask
a dinner full of talent
let my words inside me grow
to a poetical savant

I’ve met so many ‘artists’
I’m in awe of how they write
words bounce off in minutes
do they suffer sleepless nights?

or does this ‘stuff’ come easy
they just feel and then they soar
whilst me I’m still just learning
and I crave the need for more

No there won’t be any fortunes made
with words I scroll on here
I do it for myself, this quest
so let me make that clear

What have you Poets done to me??
I started this to ‘ramble’
words more words and poetry
my life, is now
Word Scrambled

Dedicated to these brilliant people who have turned me into a complete mental case lover of words and their meaning and in no particular order:-


Susan L Daniels

Stephen Kellogg’s Blog

A Prayer Like Gravity





knocked over by a feather




Blue Girl Poems

Another Wandering Soul

If I have left anyone out, I humbly apologise – kick my butt and tell me and of course you will be listed.

2 additions – my butt was indiscreetly kicked πŸ™‚


21 thoughts on “Ode to the Poets I have met – yes that means YOU

  1. Just one butt-kicking from me–you put me in there twice! Once is already more attention than I can bear…Thanks for the shout though–and very well rythmed (yeah, I made that word up…just for you πŸ˜‰ )

  2. how sweet is this! πŸ˜€
    something i’d like to say though… πŸ˜‰ you’re not ‘small’ – you have words of your own and they make your work beautiful. we’re all learning, always… forms, rhyming, free verse… the more you practice, the better the outcome. i feel like you’re pressuring yourself (if i got it wrong, feel free to kick me in the bum!) – take the pressure off… lean back, experiment and let it flow… so much more fun like this!
    oooh and a poo fight, too… the poo flinging community would be proud of you!

    • Thank you – I guess I struggle more with the free verse than anything, I’m a hard task master always will be until I can say it’s right – not perfect but right. No you aren’t wrong at all and appreciate what you have said – I think I do try and force but it’s so hard not too and I don’t have the vocab to cover my other imperfections..but I shall continue trying… I shall
      …of course I’m shaking in my boots when he comes on…. not! πŸ˜‰ xx

      • oh, believe me i know what you’re talking about. when it comes to writing and comparing my work to others’, there were times i read poetry so good that i simply wanted to never touch a pen again! until i realized, well, that’s just plain stupid! lol i started writing to express myself… and i don’t think it’s different of anyone else. so instead of admiring others’ work and letting it bring me down, i decided to let it inspire me… and it worked miracles.
        keep doing what you’re doing – i like your style a lot. it’s raw, open, honest and beautiful.
        oh, and if the panda comes with a poo bazooka, feel free to use my bomb shelter…. πŸ˜‰

  3. Thank you for the bazooka πŸ™‚ and for your kind words. As I wrote in this I started this site as a release for writing for I cannot stop, to know that there are genuine people who do appreciate what I write is so so gratifying. Hopefully along the way with guidance (yet keeping my voice) I shall one day be truly happy with what I do..we live in hope πŸ™‚ xx

    • Then please you must give it a try??
      As I have learnt (and still are) doesn’t have to rhyme – just free verse it (kinda like a guy not wearing underwear- free balling) well that’s what we say here πŸ˜‰

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