The poet’s device failed to upload this poem’s recording before restart. The time was 4:50 PM.

After restart the poet was once again presented at 5:00 with the bad grammar of the screen in the image at page bottom, which her site’s readers are by now well used to viewing at times when hacking is especially active (DuckDuckGo has recorded tens of thousands of attempts on her device during some single weeks over the past two years).

A final attempt at upload at last succeeded in bringing it to you.

There’s a reason for such a concerted attempt to suppress this recording:

Synchronistic to the renewed symptoms of hacking…

Well…

This poet leaves it to her listeners to judge whether the timing and tenor of the handheld power tool emanating from the house directly across the street from her van’s left front quarter sounds deliberately provocative or not.

Helpful hint: By the time this post’s introduction was composed it has ceased, and has not been renewed.

In actually posting the poem and recording, she has so far had to deal with frozen screens and a suddenly semi functional touch keyboard ~ all accompanied, of course, by gleefully “tweeting” “birds” calling from the trees in the front yard of that same house.

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Recorded Reading (2:08): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/4uaf3o4dt74hd3muld47h/Unworthy-Poetry.mp3?rlkey=luzjriidbn25az84wercs08gs&st=osqjh58c&dl=0

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Unworthy Poetry

We try to bless our readers with the best
And brightest for which our minds ever reach
We try remind them to of visions bright
We try them ancient principles to teach

Eschewing both complacence and complaint
In favor affirmation’s glories of
We strive to write of all uplifting things
In life — of patience, selflessness and love

We strain ourselves, originality
And entertainment trusting aud’ience for,
To satisfy their need for beauty’s truth
Yet send them on their way still wanting more

But sometimes in the course of any life
Into discouragement we deep must fall
To write it out — the only working way
A poet knows to cope with it at all

In context of modern society
We tend at those times to embarrassed feel ~
Practice of ritual sobriety
Forbids discussions unpleasantly real

Yet notice, much to this poet’s surprise,
It happens over and over again
That, by humility, this exercise
Helps others ease their own personal pain

Though I may wish only to uplift bring
And for this cause put Muse unto the lash
She, better knowing of what we should sing
Rescues “unworthy” poems from the trash

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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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