But it must convey a lesson
simply poets compose and not many read
and to the Garbage bin of time
they get naturally disposed
the poet is happy
at least one did read it

as I do yours Ian
and you oft and on
do mine

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Reminds me of Yeats:

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

As I do a lot of volunteer work introducing people to poetry I am always aware of their feelings, and accept and praise their work. That is my vocation. For poets on this site, I only get upset and express my disappointment when I sense they are trying to play with my head with abstractions, or are just babbling out cliches without putting any personal soul or honesty into it. I avoid discussing anything with those pieces that are copies of the mass and just praise the lord, let them live with their imaginary friends in their bubble which is impenetrable. I also hate boring rap dribble when it's narcissistic and just imitates the rest. If I sense any honesty in a poem, I tread softly.
This is a poetry workshop site. Mostly I try to learn about the craft and art of poetry; I want to share and learn from other poets, and welcome insightful critics.