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And trodden down:
All are poets.
All are clowns.
Sodden breath
Greets the grads;
Some courage draught
A pink faced lad.
Amuse the students
Day by day
What have you sold
To grade your pay?
Lecture bores on
Reluctant minds
So I goad you with a Greek double-entendre.
And out
Of your dogma
You peek.
Clown succumbs,
A poet jousts
With the devil's advocate.
Courage fuel
A fire now
For word's passion.
We drink the language
Of learning
For the rest
Of class.
Next week...
Will you be back to
Day by day
Amuse the students......
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Author notes
I wrote this about a Literature professor of mine who came to class, soused, every morning at 8:00 am....He was brilliant.....and was stuck where he was, cuz of the alcahol, which was what lubricated his brilliance....
As deep as you want to go.......
Comments
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the title attracted my attention as i was one some time back...the clown and poets together gave me some laugh and serious thought....thank you for sharing
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This is a good poem that needs focus
Your note clears up what this poem is about. The poem itself should do that. It is not clear that you are talking about a prof who is brilliant but soused except in "sodden breathe" and your last stanza (which is great, btw!)and a few other places. Tighten up that idea.
Stanzas 1 and 6 need to let me know who you (the speaker) are talking about and they don't.
Thanks for sharing!
language: 4, rhythm: 3, subject: 4, tone: 3, form: 3.
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