So a battle you wish?
Well i am game to dish,
All the little secrets,
That others would not wish!

Back to my rival,
O con tra aury!
She works real hard,
To sound the wise bard!

But little does she know,
That in life it always goes,
You pass your gifts to your young,
So that they will become!

The master of the arts,
The silver of tongue,
With skills enough to say,
That this battle is merely begun!

O its on, my rival,
For the fittest, survival!
My words will soar,
Another strike i score!

Heed me now listen,
Quit while your (not) ahead,
Go back to bed,
Il rhyme in your stead.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO its on! ha ha im with you mystery you are the bestestxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

a rhyme does not a sonnet make
and youth has no great virtue
a loss of rhythms poetry break
a poets lost poem in situ

the words that flow from wiser grace
dance smoothly o'er the virgin page
merging words as smooth as lace
proof of wisdom merged with age

not every seed we sow takes root
not every plant will flourish
a gardener good will train the fruit
to pay heed to those who nourish

more inspiration and fun. think i'll vote for another mystery though.

i am an expert on poetry and would just like to say that clearly the next poet lauriate if on this web site. i hereby declare the best poem to be written by another mystery. please note that i have received no payment for this.

i've also recieved no payment and thing mystery wins. lol. i dont think its over though

thank you for your interesting input and i am delighted to hear that you received no payment. otherwise someone would have been done.
while your input is interesting, i would like to point out that you are not an expert in the field therefore.......you are completely wrong.

closer to a sonnet then yours my friend,
on that i promise you can depend,
so here i will quothe, my big fat book,
from whence, these words i took,

sonnet - consisting of 14 lines
in iambic pentameter with ryhmes,
- old provencal SONET a little poem.

so il say only this,
perhaps on reflection,
a youth spent in study,
would give YOUR sonnet more inflection!

truly though i bow to you,
your verse was fantastic,
causing me to laugh ecstatic!
and not only in derision.

but now my friend i am afraid,
its time i put you in your place,
an attack on my lyrical braid,
is akin, to a slap in my face!

i feel theres no need,
in your michevios deed!
i write to inspire,
you write, and on me conspire!

well and good,
and perhaps you should!
but accept now, if you would,
i lay down a challenge,

you will find a test of mine,
in a new post which shall host,
an offer of cooperation,
not exhasperation!

if you accept my wish,
it goes like this -
il write a line,
and yours below mine.

in this fashion wel continue,
untill we resolve this issue!
so spirit of the VIP,
will you ryhme with me?

ha ha ha this person ^ is genius!

Poor mystery is frightened
I've got her on the run
But I am not delighted
When all is said and done.

Mystery has need of quotes
Takes refuge in dry pages
No boundaries for modern poets
For some must earn their wages

Mystery feels a slap to face
When no such crime was rendered
It makes one wonder if good grace
Would lead to a surrender

She's really a defensive lass
And I must think with sorrow
Perhaps she needs a little class
I'll put on one tomorrow!

Oh mystery or misery
I know not what to call you?
I know you fear my wizarly
But, dear, i'm not the issue!

Im totally lost now - they're all really good but i have no idea what's happening! x

Oh do excuse my lack of tact,
That in this little session,
I educated you of a fact,
Please don’t feel depression!

Whilst feelings were at stake,
I felt it was my duty,
To point out your mistake,
Which really was a beauty!

Yes yes your rhymes are good,
This i freely am admitting,
But its really time you understood,
That soon youl be submitting!

Your rhymes remind me of a giant,
But not in the sense of size!
Youl never find i am compliant,
So prepare for your (lyrical) demise!

And you offer me a lesson?
Well that just takes the biscuit!
It doesn’t take much guessing,
It’s you that must have missed it!

oh misery i feel your pain
i know you feel less able
please know that you are not to blame
and soon you will be stable

poor thing you are to try to write
and dear you hold such promise
i do support you in the fight
and someday you'll astonish

but you must know the way things are
and every ones not equal
i know this news will leave a scar
but i await the seequal

these posts are fab!

well here it is your sequal,
and all the proof i need,
to show i am your equal,
or mightier indeed.

im sitting here at home,
my fingers typing fast,
to post this little poem,
i work without repast!

but thats not an issue,
as i already had my tea,
so grab yourself a tissue,
and to your god make plea!

for it would surely take a miracle,
for your scribe to outshine mine,
for your skills to mine wax lyrical,
and shine the brighter for all time.

Youth is wasted on the young
or so the saying goes
a song that's only ever sung
by those in which age shows

too true my poet friend!
i think in you iv found,
another one to set the trend,
so great that your around!

if the heart and mind
could be so kind
to pass on what we know
then do not fret
of the youth just yet
as we all have the chance to grow

never fear
of what is dear
to one and all each day
we have the will
to share until
there is nothing left to say

love to all

seany sean!
claiming to be young?
I smell a name for dung!
i wonder can you guess it?
thats right, bulls**t!

so youv entered the field?
ryhming words to wield?
perhaps you should yield,
and hide behind your shield!

im sorry if i sound too hard,
i know you measure only a yard!
these words i state in jest,
that you barely reach my chest!

still you are realy cool,
and fashion you do rule!
your legs for reach may lack,
but id carry you on my back!

if to me youd lend your help,
for in fashion, truly im a whelp!
if left to me to dress cool,
id turn up, a total fool!

The old like to pretend they're young
they create a self delusion
The tales they spin to convince themselves
are little more than illusion

lol since when did sean count as old?

sean what did you do? why is everyone picking on you?

Kx

lol
don't know k dog
i guess some peeps are just jealous of my youthful exuberance!

That mystery is just great(L) xx

my fave

Oh but this was the best ever!

would be better if we knew who the talented people were!!