Jessee Jackson promotes, preaches and orates, using woven words to help his message be heard. Poetry is back. The cowboy poets from all over gather in Elko annually to recite a verse, tip their hats and houdy. Poetry is back. The rappers rap, the hip hoppers hip.
Poetry is back.
These strange bedfellows use verse and rhyme, to preach their politics and enjoy a good time. They save for society and for all time, poems with proper meter, and rhymes that really rhyme. Without any attention to meter or proper time, they write and recite poems that don't even rhyme. They gaze over their upraised noses to us rabble far below. Many of these self appointed poets who can't even make a poem rhyme, suckle from NEA grants, writing poems that only whine.