The Poet

The Poet short poem

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The poet is that kind old man
You met while on the train
The poet is that little kid
Who’s eating grass again.

The poet is the waiter
At that coffee shop you like.
The poet is that triathlete,
Riding on her bike.

The poet is your teacher,
The poet’s your mate Steve,
The poet is those singers
At your door on Christmas Eve.

The poet’s Mrs Johnson
Who lives just two doors down.
The poet is that little girl
Who never seems to frown.

The poet’s that man over there,
The one wearing a turban.
The poet’s that posh-looking type,
Swirling down his bourbon.

The poet’s Daniel Radcliffe,
And the poet’s Brian Cox.
The poet’s Keira Knightley,
The poet’s Megan Fox.

The poet is the President
Of the USA
The poet’s the Prime Minister,
Of the old UK.

The poet’s black, the poet’s white
And brown and red and blue.
Your mum, your dad, your gran, your dog
And maybe even you.

Poet’s Note –
I came up with the idea for this poem at about midnight one night. It was inspire partly by a strange poem about an elephant from the 1970s childrens TV show “Bagpuss”, mostly in terms of structure.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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About the omnipresence of a poet in you and me and everyone…wonderful thought!


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