poets are birds <br />birds are poets <br />and the latter <br />are the truest poets <br />singing - from dawn till night and night till dawn <br />crowning the world <br />with their exuberant, <br />health giving and never ending poetry slam <br /> <br />first to flag off <br />the daily slam <br />would be the cockerels <br />sending our heart reeling <br />with the precision of <br />their poetic clock <br />they crow until the sun <br />has no choice but <br />to rise to the occasion <br /> <br />and then a thousand <br />other of their kinds <br />a million colourful plumes <br />in pomp and pageantry <br />high on cool shaded <br />majestic green podiums <br />begin their rumbunctious slam <br /> <br />their songs as diverse as their shines <br />every bird chips in <br />to make their slam the most powerful kind <br /> <br />some squawk, <br />some squeak <br />some chip chirp chap <br />some cry, crow, caw <br />some whistle, peep, screech <br />bark, croak, grunt, grumb <br />some plain quack <br /> <br />the best poets <br />chirp simple <br />mersmerising songs <br />slicing through <br />the first light <br />with their varying <br />tone, scale, metre, rhyme <br />cheering up the day <br />with full throated optimism <br />that could cure <br />any depressed heart <br /> <br />some twit delightful songs <br /> <br />chirp, chirp, chirp <br /> <br />chit chit chit chit chit chit <br /> <br />chi chiu chiu chiu chiu <br /> <br />twi wee twi wee twi wee <br /> <br />yer er er er eeeeeeeeer <br /> <br />so tenuous <br />and true <br />these feather poets <br />are in their art <br />they could put their <br />human cousins <br />in the novice basket <br />when it comes to <br />the world of poetry<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-about-poetry-the-real-poets/
