If it pulses strong it ain't poetry
Beating bumpity-bump so thudingly.
If it rhymes at all it ain't poetry
Such twinkling mincing jingling.
If the meaning's clear it ain't poetry
For poems lash thoughts unendingly.
If ideas don't match it ain't poetry
Unpolished sparks beg remedy.
 
Well, I think hell should write such things;
Immoderation frightening.
The devil seeks to overswing
These rules which let a poem sing.
But sing it can't with bounded wings.
If not cliched then use these things.
A poem, at best, the mystic rings.
At worst, it clouds up everything.