Message To An Aspiring Poet Who Is Asking Me To Read His Latest Work.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

aspiring poet
welcome, please be pleased.
Here, there is still no
seat for you.
You may stand there and
focus, be focused.
We were here for quite
a time,
Me? i never made a name
out of my honest lines,
they say, it is not
a poetic virtue to be
honest, you lose your
sense of mystery, and
there is nothing to
decipher from you, and
the sweetness of rhyme
defeats reason, so to speak.
Here they are inventing
more metaphors, and smiling
more on the new similes.
Sometimes, I smile to all these
and laugh hard, over
their hardships to get things
done and be appreciated
and put later as another icon
in the hall of fame.

aspiring poet, there is
no space for you yet,
be patient, be calm just
continue writing, who knows?
when you die, at a young age
perhaps, you will get the seat
they will put laurels on
your head,
posthumously.


DO not take me seriously,
I am a nobody here, but at
least I have a seat, which
I brought myself, because
I never want to sacrifice
or be sacrificed myself
with all these nonsense,
and all these foolishness.