A working-class poet

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I dedicate this poem to the man behind the mask


A working-class poet


I don’t consider myself a good poet

Because I make a word rhyme

How hard can it be

To rhyme one word in a line

The task is really no task at all

I mean how can you fail

How can you fall?


I am a working-class poet

If a poet at all

Using grandiose words

that plebeians can’t understand

what is the point

I’m just a working-class man


No high education

No university diplomas

Remembering I am just

a simple doomer gloomer


No cost a lot holidays

On Costa del Sol

No f’n sun on this island

no none at all

Rain soaking my cap

My feet soaking wet

I’m just a working-class poet

I know it


And yet


Perhaps there’s a place

Were rubbish poets can post

I just haven't found it yet.

I’d make a good host

No sonnets to configure

No lines to count

Not even a high horse

For me to dismount


No Metre, enjambment, caesura to find

these are just things that to

a working-class poet is blind

ternary feet, the dactyl molossus

not forgetting the Tribrach

the amphibrach, amphimacer

and quaternary feet

more f’n words that sound oh! so neat

My Anglo Saxon attitude

Dying to kick in

Don’t get started… where to begin?


Syllabic verse the stanza terza rima

Quatrain, the rubai, rhyme royal

Not to mention the ottava rima

Spenserian stanza critics to spoil.

I’m just a working-class poet

I know nothing at all

about how to write poetry

Just gibberish that’s all.



Adopting and adapting

What little I know

The Ballard, heroic verse

Here he goes Oh! Noooo!

F’n working-class poet

Will he never shut up?


The ode: Sapphic (no I’m not pissed)

My spelling might be off, the odd letter I missed

Pindaric, Horatian, not to mention the lyric ode

I’m just a working-class poet

With nothing to write

That’s not a problem where’s my commode?

When I need some bog roll cos. the shops have sold out

I'll just rip this shit up

Hurrah! You all shout.


Villanelle, sestina I’m falling asleep

I’m just a working-class poet

This shit is too deep

Pantoum is knocking

On my bed-chamber door

For ‘f-sake Po

Have you got any more?


Nope, I’m just a working-class poet

With nothing to say

Who reads any of this stuff at the end of the day?


Rondel, roundel, rondelet, roundelay

As my head hits the pillow

I've got nothing more to say

Except for triolet Kyrielle

And have a good day

Oh! just one thing

If I’m still keeping you up

Clerihew, Woo Hey!

I’m just a working-class poet

With f’all to say


I just wanted to have

A per-verse bit of fun

Playing with myself


Yes! I know I will mum.



No haiku, senryu

No not f’you

For goodness sake Mum

Why on earth don’t you

Tanka, that’s thank you in some foreign speak

No, it’s not really but I need my sleep

Ghazal… Nope not you either, my winged angel gazelle

Luc, bat, (as in out of hell) tanaga

I’m just a working-class poet

Look can’t you tell


Nearing the end now

Almost the end

I can’t keep up this pretence

I’m going round the bend

I’m not a poet and never will be

I am just Po and Po is just me.



So, to conclude

and end this small piece


if you're still reading

May sweet sleep surround us

Po has at long last surcease.


Po the working-class Po et

Po's poem to himself

◄ Between the lines

Still ►


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Isobel O'Donnell

Thu 9th Jul 2020 10:11

I adored this piece. I can't wait to read more of your work x

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Paul Sayer

Sat 4th Jul 2020 18:56

No, it's not a Covid friendly mask

btw. I'm glad you asked

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Paul Sayer

Thu 2nd Jul 2020 15:56

Hi Anna.

Thank you for hitting the like, I'm glad you enjoyed it.


Thu 2nd Jul 2020 15:55

Loved it! You're the type of poet I'd like to read and not some painfully obscure, riddled sod.


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Paul Sayer

Wed 1st Jul 2020 12:46

Nicola, Branwell, Liam, thank you all also, for dropping in and reading this and hitting the like.

Not forgetting Abdul how are you old friend?


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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 18:45

Long have I waited M.C.

Where do I start.. that is not a good place start is it (do I put question mark here?) not as inside the bracket but after it (as in the it after start) or perhaps after it??

My hed urts now

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 30th Jun 2020 18:38

Top marks for research!
As for poetry in the wider sense, it has been observed that those
with least to say use the most words to say it. Discuss. 🎓

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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 17:18

Hi Shifa,

Thank you so much for that little flower.

Your like is most appreciated.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 10:50

Opps! You did not hit that button John.

However, you did comment which in my book (as yet unwritten) is far nicer than any emoji will ever be mate.

You are certainly one of those who always uplifts and inspires me.

Blackrose, Dreazy, and Vautaw good morning to you and thank you again for your support and like.


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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 10:43

Hello, John If ever there was a wordsmith it is Stephen.

You must be psychic, I was just having that conversation this morning with a fellow poet right here at WOL.

I have yet to open that jacket.

It sits gathering dust in my study.

I will dust it off, thanks for the nudge and your like old friend.


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John Coopey

Tue 30th Jun 2020 10:04

I think you’ve just about got it surrounded there, Po. For those of us less familiar with these forms, Stephen Fry’s “The Ode Less Travelled” is very instructive.

<Deleted User> (24283)

Tue 30th Jun 2020 09:11

Hello coconut, (u know why I called you that...any guess?)

Now the melting has started, you need a bowl to keep your melted self, i guess i know the best bowl to keep thee in there.

A bare soul...hmmm....got to take a closer look, hehehe 💕

Queen of cups...well the cup is filled with love, peace n happiness. Queen of hearts, my twin could be.

Your poetry hasn't illumined you alone but many who read it.

Thank you for your care, support, motivation, inspiration and friendship...

Cheers to our soulful poetic and spiritual bond.🌷

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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 08:02

Good morning Moon.girl.

I am a hard nut to crack. But you, you have just melted my titanium armour… and laid bare my soul.

Your through dissection of each line is a testament to your ability to truly read between the lines and express what you feel rather than what you think. Which is your strongest suit.

If you were a Tarot card it would surely be the Queen of Cups.

I find at times that some of my poetry floats in some blogosphere somewhere, unsure of where to settle down and rest.
From the deepest esoteric to the superficial exoteric of the mundane.

I find light, and humour in everything. Even in my darkest hours, poetry has turned my sunken sullen eyes into a glint, a spark of light that has illumined my steps forward.

Accompanied by the steadfast hands and support of loving souls like you, Vautaw, and so many more here at WOL.

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Tue 30th Jun 2020 03:39

You are a classy poet.
Look at all the descriptions done here. Who would believe you know nothing about poetry.
You are masters in poetry. An in depth knowledge of every aspect of poetry.
You have written various forms, including the old poetic rhymes and meters to today's free style.
It's a most humble display of one's mastery in a particular subject. I liked it how you have shown it.
Are trying to figure out who you are? Are these efforts you make are for some conclusions you wish to derive?
Are there people inquisitive to know your other side?

Well people should know that there have been poets in the past who wrote anonymously. Name, fame and appreciation aren't for some. So you don't seek either.
Well I don't too. I write to express my views to write my heart out, to write in order to let my mind and heart be at peace.
Writing for us is like talking, conveying what's in our mind. Some people are good at writing novels others in poetry, we are those others.
You've such diversity in writing, expressing and also voicing topics and also mundane things. That's what makes you, You.

This particular piece is A MASTER PIECE. you have done justice to your identity. (Claps!)

I feel honoured being a part of this masterpiece. Thank you for giving me a stanza in here.🥰


Tue 30th Jun 2020 01:25

Lol...I LOVED it! 😃

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