Force a rhyme
Into a poem
And Get no dime
For your time.
I see many poets whose poems would have been great, but due to forced rhymes they altered the state.
Better to seat for hours, finding a word
Than rush into the bush of diction, breaking your cord/chord
Your message comes first before any ornament,
Don't mess it up, beauty has no tournament
But if you can, do
If you can't, find a way,
If you still can't, lift the weight,
Then again, find a way,
But not the way with narrowness
In its marrow.
Mide Benedict