All A Poet Can Do Today Is

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

I Was A Boy When I First Realized That The Fullest Life Liveable Was A Poet's

A Poem Does Not Grow By Jerks. As Trees In Spring Produce A New Ring Of Tissue, So Does Every Poet Put Forth A Fresh Outlay Of Stuff At The Same Season.

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

My Soul's A Little Grief, Grappling Your Chest, To Climb Your Throat On Sobs; Easily Chased On Other Sighs And Wiped By Fresher Winds.