Poetry= Po-e-Try
Not Po-e-Do
Or Po-e-Make-
But Try:
Try- again and again-
Not an instant Do,
Not some quick Make,
But a determined,
Slow wrought process
Tuned and cured with time-
A task that takes patience-
A task that requires more patience
Than getting through University Studies-
Unscathed and Victorious.
A life of dilligent work is that of the poet-
Studying the greats by reading,
Studying life through trials and joys,
Studying emotion by observation and experiance
And gaining fodder for work by living-
Living every daywith eyes open and clear.
The world is full of muddled beauty,
Masked pain, 
Hidden anger, 
Muted love,
And so many torrents of feeling
That the hundreds upon thousands of poets
Through all of human existance
Still have failed to adequately express them all-
Try as they might.
Po-e-Try
Try-
Fail-
And try again-
Year after thousand year-
With not even a glimmer of a chance
To cover all the material available
And end the succession of writers- 
Rich and poor-
Who come and go-
Go and come-
Dying with the knowledge that they, at least
Have never ceased to live.