A Poet in His Own Time

A Poet in His Own Time.
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A Poet In His Own Time, 
is a Pauper wandering 
Desolate streets, 
or through a Wilderness of 
Constant Rhymes,..
seeking Mastery over 
Beasts. 


(while consequently
feeding them his
Greatest Lines.)
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A Novel more is often
said with Less, and
stated Best;
leaving many critics
to implore the Nature
of it's Jest!;.
which in truth is
a greater Tragedy than
any told before,
since it puts unfounded
hope to rest!

(leaving Death a 
Thing to be Adored.)
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Neither Beauty, nor Love
are small matters; but they
have been done, and redone
so often that they seem less like
"Happily ever After", and
more The Foolish Maidens 
Crutch!

(worthy of a Realist's
Tears, rather than Joy
or Laughter.)

A Poet in his own 
Time knows how 
to draw the line 
Between Two Extremes; 
(but crosses it anyway.) 
and well recalls the
Infant Devils of His 
Sordid Midnight  Dreams!

(who were once The
Angels of Yesterday.)
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Yet a Poet in his own
time, shall seldomly surpass
this Worldy Grit, and Grime;
or find a suitable audience in 
that Flock of Beasts who eat his
Greatest Rhymes!

For He is a mere pauper of
his own Dark Street..

( Lost in a Wilderness of
Mind.)

J.Stephen.H.