An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care

An Honest Poets Life Is Full Of Care sonnet poems

Now to myself this comes as some surprise
I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song
My rusty hand’s in need of exercise
For I’ve been far too lazy for too long
In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days
I’ve watched the changing colours of the year
I’ve watched the passing seasons through a haze
And so my memory may not be clear
I smoke a spliff and sip at my champagne
A poet’s life is not an easy one
A little sunshine and a lot of rain
Is hardly my idea of having fun
The layman sadly seems so unaware
An honest poet’s life is full of care.

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Malcolm Massiah

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I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
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Christopher S. Bunch
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Flows nicely, needs stanzas.. I like how you shed some light on the life of a poet. Keep it up, this is good work.

Zahra A.
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Very nice.

anu mishra
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grt u r inspiring…………….

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