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The poet's truth lies in perspective...


If mankind had evolved without the sense of sight, could we comprehend light?
And would it really matter?

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The Simple Truth That I am

My art is fed
By the rotting decay
Of my physical self

An art of stretching
Purging, cathartic hunger
Ugly in its budding beauty

A life of challenge
Riddled, eaten by change
Grasping the muddied wheel round

But I tread the mill
Of empty critics teeth
High in the arms of my soul

But I grow
From the food of my blood
Soured in taste and value

And I root
In my artless creative seed
Chained to a wasted physical need

And yes I will flower
Safe without this festering heap
Only the simple truth that I am

© Tim Rees

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Let not fear be the last thinking-man’s shame, a last breath to breathe of nature’s fruit. Let love of each other be our inspiration, our aspiration. Let us touch our truth so we can hear our conscience whisper in the breath of our soul.

© Tim Rees

Poetry in motion

 

Arguably, poetry had withered away and all the would-be poets have become singer songwriters or just lyricists. The few die-hards who remained steadfastly loyal to the age-old graft of crafting a poem would, I have no doubt, condemn me for uttering such blasphemy, but whereas the poet was once celebrated by a society that placed the master wordsmiths on high pedastals, nowadays poetry is practiced by a few who gather in dark corners and twitch with the tics of the misunderstood artist. They were so misunderstood in fact, the audience had dispersed leaving just a few lice infested tramps who actually were sleeping off their last binge on the meths bottle and, unknown to the aspiring poets, they were left to recite to each other in whispering madness... But now, of course, poetry is experiencing a small rennaissance and, as I am particularly fickle and vain, I thought I might hitch a short ride on the back of this poetry wave and spreadforth my own seeds of inspired thought...

If you are a poet or an editor of a poetry rag and wish to discover an audience for your inspiration, contact the editor of this website. Should we feel your poetry or magazine deserves a dedicated feature page we will create the page and add it to the website for free. Feature pages of your work can also be purchased or we can link to your own website for a small fee. Prices for a simple text link will be around £100 per year, an image ad around £500 per year and individual feature pages created as part of the website will be around £1000 per year.

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