Hi all at #dversepoets pub this dank and grey Thursday evening.

Street poet! (all welcome)
I am a street poet,
My words are from experience,
I will swear and swap profanities,
With the likes of sailors, miners,
And those who have toiled hard,
All welcome, all welcome.
Remember this poet is not taught,
Mine was born from a life well lived in,
Poetry is an expression of one’s self,
Politics, feelings and experiences,
Shedding blood and tears,
All welcome, all welcome.
I am a street poet,
My use of profanity expresses,
My Frustrations with life,
My frustrations with,
Bullies and outright hatred,
All words welcome, all words welcome,
Except those of hatred and bullying.
© 13/03/2024 rog leach
So good to see you at OLN today!
“Remember this poet is not taught,
Mine was born from a life well lived in,”
These 2 lines jumped out at me….I think mostly because of your addition of the word “in” at the end of that line. Most folks would end that statement with “a life well lived”…..the addition of the “in” adds a ton. As in, my body was put in this place; in these circumstances; in these clothes; with these parents; etc. And I lived well in all those circumstances….I did the best I could and that’s enough. That addition of the word “in” starts me really thinking!
Thanks for posting!
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you saw exactly what the word in says
thank you
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To be schooled can never beat the honest words from a life well lived.
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Nice one, Rog!
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thanks
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Word from the soul; always the fittest. Bravo.
Much♡love
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thanks
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Hi Rob,
I so agree with your sentiments.
Poetry comes from the soul – not books.
Great piece.
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thanks
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Love this Rog!
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Not taught but well schooled.
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Thank you
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And yet the poem itself does not contain any profanity!
~David
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Thanks
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