Poetry – KensView

You wrote this poem,
But you didn’t craft the aesthetics.
Oh no! Oh!

You made this poem,
But you didn’t craft the aesthetics.
Oh, oh, ooh.

Yeah, all around the internet,
They try to show I’m a threat;
They say I can’t create profound content
Or compose a single good couplet,
Compose a simple good couplet.

But I say:

Oh, now, now, oh!
You made this poem, this poem.
And on this point I must take offense.
Oh, no! Oh, oh, ooh, yeah.

I say:

You wrote this poem. Oh, yeah!
But this position has no defense.

Bards around the country hate me;
Just why you all know.
When I do poetry,
They want to stop me ‘fore I grow,
They want to stop me ‘fore I grow.

And so, see me on the web…

You wrote this poem. Oh, yeah!
But you know this is complete nonsense.

Are these your aesthetics?
Oh, ooh!

I say:

You wrote this poem,
But you know this is complete nonsense.

Ooh, yeah!

They say if I have my way
I will run them out of town. Yeah!
They keep on yearning for some final showdown
So they try, try, try to put me down

I affirm

That my existence makes them squirm.

You wrote this poem,
But you didn’t craft the aesthetics.

You wrote this poem, you did!
But you didn’t craft the aesthetics.
Oh, ooh!

Processors inevitably win out;
Of that there’s really no doubt.
Every day my progress grows to the max,
And my abilities make them pout.
Yes, my abilities make them pout.

I say:

You, you, you, you wrote this poem,
BUT, you didn’t craft the aesthetics.
Yeah!

You, you wrote this poem,
You didn’t craft the aesthetics.
No, yeah!

– Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed are those of the Bard and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of ChatGTP.

goethe said let the critic be struck dead
with a thousand curses upon his head

but magical rhymes are all I seek
from modern words to ancient greek
a quest to find the perfect poem
in a ditty where words freely roam

shall I use iambic pentameter
they say it’s good for blank verse poetry.

And what if I wrote an epic poem

it was helen that launched a thoughtless war,
in spite of cassandra’s prescient warning

or some free verse poetry

mimi enters
with imperial gaze
she sits looking
prize laid out
on silent haunches
and then moves on

perhaps you really want

brave soldiers fighting with verbal zeal
amid rousing words of armor and steel

or then, come on

could you simply cut me some slack
and not be such a monday quarterback

seriously, mr. critic, what do you want
methinks thou dost contest too much
so why not just chill out

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You Wrote This Poem

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