I'm not really a poet - I just dabble! I'm only a relative new-comer to writing poetry, but I have always loved reading it, hearing it and analysing. I did a degree in English and then went on to do an MA in Renaissance Literature. I know live in York. Oh, and I love lots of varying types of poetry. From Renaissance verse and sonnets to radical, fire poetry of someone like Amiri Baraka. I think my poems are not really that great, more self-indulgent/ trying to put some of my emotions onto the page. Don't judge me for them! But please do give any criticism or advice - I thought I'd dare to come on here in the hope I might pick up some advice.
One I wrote a while back, when I was younger: Conclusions from Young Adulthood What a shame that clichés often ring true: Originality is isolating, The pack worries the individual; The crowd are safe. Is a convincing Performance all that is needed? What is beautiful gets the upper hand; Strength of character stands for nothing, Saying the right thing to suit the context Is tricking time, although it may look wise. True, personality opens the door, But why do we want to enter in, when It is only the actor who is king? When humanity is being played, Is reliability or success Most popular? Any arrogant child Can participate, only substantial Character holds the secret to the game. Modesty, a vital ingredient to the life of integrity, But, oh, so easily faked by the Oxbridgers who cannot escape themselves. Danger and dirt have to be embraced; Emotional experience teaches truth, But what is read as introspective Is relegated to a metaphysical realm. The material world seems untranscendable; Money can buy commodities, but not truth. On what wings can we fly away?
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