Smoke Screens and Poem Stacks David Angel Wade through stacks of poetry Searching for the gems Some poems are really boring Maybe even most of them Written works of mortal men Some stand out and some just blend No one nails it all the time Not Longfellow or Gertrude Stein Think of the Dutch Masters Consensus true, their work is grand Watchmen look at me and grin Rembrandt helps me understand Who plays poker, who plays gin What it means to be a man Smoke cigars and write and play Make a difference today Even the best writers Don't always catch the groove Enhance our understanding Make our small hearts move I tell myself if I were better I would never miss Scads of shaded meaning seen by people more attuned than me Sometimes the credit's undeserved When you see roadkill, you should swerve Look for poems that touch your soul Ones that boogie, rock and roll Find them in old dusty books A dollar at the used bookstore Powder when you turn the pages Poems of long forgotten ages Flash forward to the
Smoke Screens and Poem Stacks
Smoke Screens and Poem Stacks
Smoke Screens and Poem Stacks
Smoke Screens and Poem Stacks David Angel Wade through stacks of poetry Searching for the gems Some poems are really boring Maybe even most of them Written works of mortal men Some stand out and some just blend No one nails it all the time Not Longfellow or Gertrude Stein Think of the Dutch Masters Consensus true, their work is grand Watchmen look at me and grin Rembrandt helps me understand Who plays poker, who plays gin What it means to be a man Smoke cigars and write and play Make a difference today Even the best writers Don't always catch the groove Enhance our understanding Make our small hearts move I tell myself if I were better I would never miss Scads of shaded meaning seen by people more attuned than me Sometimes the credit's undeserved When you see roadkill, you should swerve Look for poems that touch your soul Ones that boogie, rock and roll Find them in old dusty books A dollar at the used bookstore Powder when you turn the pages Poems of long forgotten ages Flash forward to the