A poem for Poets , Not a good Poem but a poem anyway will you have a look for me please?

Question

He looks under 
his eyebrows 

He could write 
with his eyes 
closed 

As his mind , Dancers 
away from his body 

Was it enough
for him to have 
Ink 

To cover paper 

He writes 
of wandering clouds 
soft breeze tall trees 
swallows in April shadows 
And how , May may be 
long and loud 
He tells us of  endless sky's 
Happiness loneliness , hatefulness 
he says to much to long to strong 

Then he writes , the where the what the when 
All the time he must go on &,on &,on 

Should we order the POET'S 
Tongue to be cut out 
his eyes be removed 
the POET to remain silent 
Poetry in solitude 
his words only to be illustrated 
in invisible ink 

Is it , possible 
A POET ,

Has know longing 
he will only make 
displeasure his pleasure 

He will explore you 
to find a flawless 
iceberg 
clouding the silence 
between the poet 
and us.

? · Accepted Answer

the curse of the poet
is to feel what's written
to have felt the tip of the pen
to lay down words from a hidden cave
then display to the world his pain once again

Anonymous · Answer

[My rewrite:]
The dreadful drill or 
the insufferable bore 

He looks under large eyebrows
As his mind dances away from his body
He could write with his eyes shut.
Happiness. Loneliness. Hatefulness
He says toomuch toolong toostrong
Had he enough black to cover the paper?

He writes of wander clouds tall breezes and soft trees;
swallowed in April's shadows and May bees.
He tells us of endless sky, long and loud.

Then he writes wherewhatwhenwho
He must go on, & on, & on, all the day
Should we cut out the poet's tongue?
Gouge his eyes so the visions remain silent?
Poetry is solitude, her words, India ink; 
her forms, invisible ink.

Is it , possible a poet has known longing,
displeasure his only pleasure? Iceberg.
He will explore you to find a perpendicular.
Iceberg. In a cloud of silence. Iceberg
the poet in us all. ICEBERG.

Yesu Ben · Answer

Who can shush a poet up
Who can tell the wind to stop
Not I, not I, perhaps some human laws just might
and
who can stop a child from laughing
Who can keep the sun from hiding
Not I, not I, perhaps the lonely night just might
and
Who can stop the eyes from reading
Who can stop the mind from thinking
And who can stop mankind from breathing
Not I, not I, perhaps death might

? · Answer

Kathy is on the ball as usual but apart from the to and too as always you are original. 'He could write with his eyes closed' - I usually do, which is why other people often keep their eyes shut when they see my stuff lol. Great to hear from you. You do DIFFERENT stuff! That's what I like about Miss Moneypen. Keep those young fingers working my lovely!

. · Answer

Sorta sounds like Dave or Benny or Himedal or Hiram or Mtheory...IDK

(when something is TOOOOO big or TOOOOOOO  strong or TOOOOO long or TOOOOOO hot or TOOOOOO cold...it's 'too'; if yer going ta the store, talking ta a friend, etc, it's just 'to'. Just a reminder trick for ya.)

Aref H4 · Answer

Personally,  I would rather that "Dancers surround my body" instead of this "away from body" line,  but who am I to judge?

Ok.  Have it your way.   Let's string up these poets !!   Hang 'em high!!!

? · Answer

If it's ok with you, I'd like to keep my tongue...
:)   nice poem, caz. This is exactly the kind of poem I find impossible to do.
You made it look easy.

jupiteress · Answer

Interesting. I gave you an interesting star. Hmmm not done that before.

Himedal · Answer

No we never give up  :)

It is a great poem. You just told what we all need to hear. Thanks for that.

*Warrior Angel* · Answer

Its super creative :D!!!!

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