oh, sing to us dear poets,
melody and verse
there is madness in the streets,
'tis humanity's curse
hold your notes on high,
let the music consume
so powerful your lyrics,
let order resume
send your songs on the wind,
'tis humanity's score
may the choir sing your hymns
pray harmony is restored
This poem was inspired by the popular writer's idiom, "Murder your darlings" which refers to editing out words, lines, or entire scenes from your poem or manuscript.
i am her darling, the poem that's died a thousand deaths sliced in a whim as i gasp my last breath my poet is a murderess, a ruthless seductress, killing me, her darling word by word piercing melodic prose, never to be heard she employs modern warfare: the dreaded reverse key and on her worst nights, she commands: delete all! it's a massacre! the blood of my words wiped away as she lives to write and murder another day!
where were you the night the moon fell from the sky? were you sleeping or dreaming as the moon flew by? i watched in dismay as it tumbled like a leaf landing in the meadow where the wildflowers sleep i haled the little dipper and much to my surprise the dipper lifted the moon back into the night sky! the grateful moon, forever in the dipper's debt, kissed the dipper's stars as the wildflowers slept
