A poets heart

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  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

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I love these Poets one and all.But a poet must
answer his own beckoned call.
                                             

A poets heart

 I'll never be a Tennyson or Edgar Allen Poe
I cannot scribe like Mr. Keats,Shelly or Thoreau.
Shakespeare,Wilde and Wordsworth.

Far exceed my skill.
And though I'd like to reach them,
I know I never will.

Perhaps,like Lord Byron, I can write about my dog.
Or emulate Carl Sandburg,and his poem in titled
"Fog"
Perhaps I'll write as Longfellow.Of Fra Hilario
In "Dante"
Or John Milton might be my choice.
My muse?The month of May.

But still I have another choice
Aside from all the rest.
And that is to write what I know.
And to wright MY very best.

These poets all have made there mark
A mark that isn't mine
So I will keep with my own thoughts
Through each and every line.

For beats inside, a poets heart.
And this "the tithe that binds"
And through this link, they as I
Shall ever be entwined.

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earthly commented on A poets heart

02-28-2010

nice flow-you are a poet indeed-your style is your own...Earthly
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ginga commented on A poets heart

02-28-2010

ahh Slim, This is a heart warming account of your favorite poets and of you, and your own poetic originality stated so clearly. ginga
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Rhymer commented on A poets heart

01-23-2010

Can't say much except it was a joy to read another excellent write. 10 from me.
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

slimgrady’s Poems (19)

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A Winter's Eve 2 12/24/2009
A poets heart 3 12/22/2009
Adrift 0 12/21/2009
Through innocent eye's 1 12/21/2009
"Don't want to leave" 1 12/21/2009
Indifferent love 1 12/20/2009
Sweet gental one 0 11/28/2009
WHO 2 11/21/2009
mousy mouse 5 11/20/2009
the Miracles 2 11/20/2009
Freedom from self 2 08/02/2009
Season's pass 1 07/07/2009
Meadow flowers 2 07/01/2009
Another Day 1 07/01/2009
The passing 0 05/23/2009
Faithless soul 2 05/17/2009
Grampie's little boy 1 05/10/2009
I have heard 1 05/10/2009
Nature of the Beast 2 05/10/2009
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