Wordsworth had come to love it
Using common words with wit
To rise up and show the world
That poets can become unfurled
Stirring up old poets’ nerves
No tight corners but shapely curves
The use of previous unused
Didn’t pass the test, refused
To suddenly become a norm
With new poetry forms.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Common, Rise, Wordsworth
The Bag Lady 
No common knowledge justifies
The mistruths, fibs, and common lies
Shuffled, muffled compromise
The nepotism on the rise
This theatre for the common man
No written script. No common plan
Red tie, red face, old red man
Wakes up cranky. Bombs Iran
Nightmares. Nightmares every night
You toss you turn. You wake in fright
But there it is in broad daylight
You shake your fists. You shout. You fight
Shout all you like, but no one hears
Protest falls on deafened ears
A pantomime of all your fears
All tragedy must end in tears
And so it’s just another day
You can beg and you can pray
No-one hears a word you say
What are Wordsworth anyway?
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Love the shapely curves line. Thanks for writing to my three-word prompt!
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