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My unpaid poetry is getting more and more refined…

I have become amateur poet,

I believe difference between adult and amateur Poet is..

Amateur’s words rhyme in the poem.
Adult’s thoughts rhyme in the poem.

Afterthought: poems are not first-class or third-class…but poets surely are. ~winks

I fear ’m too bold, Fear so classy to hold,
Don’t know who ruined this rust free mold,
Standing tall still, I’ve nothing that is sold,
And yet, my difficult Lord, I fear ‘m too bold.

Calm and cold my very urbane soul.
Declare, ‘m breathing up for the trivial gold.
Hey Dreams so old, Oh dreams so old,
Bury thy master, in place you’re told.

For all my frozen deeds, ’m ready to fold,
My myths so old, myths so cold.
Calling my dreams my myths, Look
How burly, the fear riveting the bold.

Well every time I want to post something and I post something else.

Question: Are my Questions on blog decipherable?
Ans: Yes, but they are not interesting.

~ by display_name on March 13, 2005.