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A Poet begs for help
by Paganini Jones
Hello! My name is Paganini Jones
But often people simply call me Pags.
Playing with words is rooted in my bones.
My poems fill a lot of carrier bags.
I have this problem: writing I can't stop
And when I see a book, I have to buy!
My library is bigger than a shop.
If that's a mortal sin then I shall fry.
My friends have had enough, my famly too.
They say, "This strange addiction's gone too far."
They say, "Dont buy or write another word,
But find another hobby: sport or cars!"
So help me, one and all, this madness stop
Or better still, with writing reach the top.
06/13/2004 Author's Note: This poem is simply a bit of fun (with more truth in it than I would like). It was written to introduce myself to the Sonnet Circle Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
Posted on 06/13/2004
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/13/04 at 11:05 AM Not a bad introduction of a poet, compulsive, whose basic human urge manifests in MEANING.Apart of the pleasure you might have derived in the process of writing this fun poem, you also derived a meaningful charge, which makes people like us believe , we are alive. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/13/04 at 10:09 PM He he. I had to literally drag myself from the yard sales with books, yesterday, in my neighborhood because I've no more shelf room, although later in the evening when there were still books out in front of houses, marked "free for the taking", well, I ask you, who could resist if they were good? and there were some gems. And writing, yes, like talking, I'm prolific, and the papers etc. and computer files!! on and on we go. Thank heaven haiku tightened me up in many cases, I needed that. Great poem, never change, Pags. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/14/04 at 03:43 PM Yes, this was a fun read. An addiction indeed, but a healthy one! ;o) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/14/04 at 04:57 PM I've the same affliction as you and as I am well into my middle age and fearful I've not enough coin dropped in the meter of my eye to read em all. And If I didn't, 'twould be no big deal, I think I've already gotten the gist of universal thought with what I have read already, but then again I weary not of reading as I weary not of eating if it is tasteful and good and sating. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/13/06 at 02:29 AM LOL very cute. I think it would flow better with some punctuation changes, however. Either way, that's quite the enterence. |
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