If you are interested, this has gone on to comparisons, with a new version added.
Poetry (A little pretentious?)
This is the love of words,
of cadence set upon the sea of rhyme
caressed within your heart,
tossed upon your tongue into verse
into rhythm, song and understanding.
This is culture savored and renewed
This is the face of Helen,
seen in the lyrics of rock and rap
discovered fresh by children
written on walls throughout the city
slammed upon library tables daily.
This is the regret of the poet,
as the the poetry of yore
founders on the mythic remains
bardic singings retreatedly lost
burning meaning in well formed verse
forcing rhyme to a line while chasing
the rules of quartet and quintain.
Sappho, Tupac, Chaucer, Eminem, Beowulf
LL Cool J, Oscar Wilde, Nikki GioV, and Wright
laid down the sound of the words
followed the meaning of rhythm
forcing the song into language.
and sold the rap onstage.
Completely right at all levels…
And I who was so afraid, LongShiren…
I mean, I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking that you forget sometime English is not my language…
One of my older principles in writing is that even if it has to go against my foundess of musicality above all, both in prose and well- the things like the Laments for which I have no names- the first necessity is that the reader has to understand what we are talking about… or at least as in your poems be able to visualise it…