I want to apologize to all in advance - if I am more
little than rude
I have travelled along way and can appear a little bit
over shrewd
Happy in life have I been to walk along - wearing
others old shoes
Though now I can say - I am picky just to whose old
shoes I chose
It is fair to say - just like others - I have been
in life to hell and back
It has made me very arrogant and more times than
often I lack tact
But I am not born from bad intentions - when I put
across my views
I can pick funny - sad - happy and can even get
stuck into the blues
Then just any way but loose - I can just shove it in
between the lines
And not far I would say - getting it down so it all
comes up in rhymes
Reading other learned poets - I can more than see
the hidden depth
There are times I end up saying have we somewhere not
already met
So if in any way I end up offending you - I can
assure it was not meant
Just I was born in a farm yard me - and not down at the
local convent
My motto to myself - always remains the same - is just
to let it all flow
If what I write doesn’t get a rating - then just get
on with it - let it go
There is more I could write about - but couplets
just doesn’t let it show
But I am just a quick and easy lass - to ever get
into the corrected know
I would just love to write a sonnet - and wow you
all - between the eyes
But it is just no my forte - if I did - it would just
to me would be all lies
Some write about the cosmos - but to me it just
never seems to appeal
Some write with such an intellect - like it is
understood and a done deal
Other write of words - that seem to just liquefy and
to us all they anoint
Whereas the old common me - just writes to get in straight
to the point
My mind just cannot cope with the metaphors it takes
to write the lines
Or all the rules and regulations that make poetry - I
cannot see the signs
Expanding my written vocabulary - is just for me
never going to be an aim
And I know what I write down to other can seem a
little more than lame
I just write as it comes - leaving those brave
enough to read and endure
The more than brazen overrated brave imagination of me
- Indiana Shaw
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
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