Poetry by Jeff Green

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Without a song and dance

by cricketjeff on June 26, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The only thing that you must bring, ability  to dance and sing;
Do not bow down before the King until the poet learns to sing.

Your voice must be a mighty thing for it can daunt the towering,
You need not stoop to cowering until the poet learns to sing.

The bold sky lark can take to wing and entertain the listening
But words will not be glistening until the poet learns to sing.

The dancers trip the highland fling to exercise the chattering,
Who don’t indulge in flattering, until the poet learns to sing.

When you are hurt and suffering and doctors aren’t delivering,
Your spirit sits there shivering until the poet learns  to sing.

Before he ceases reasoning and while his mind is teetering,
Jeff loses rhyme and metering until the poet learns to sing.

Author notes

A ghazal in iambic octameter internally and externally rhymed