The Up-beat Poem

My poem that beats and rhymes
must throb with rhythmic time
to the cadence and the chimes
of ev’ry line right on the dime.

My poem that swings and flows
must move with perfect meter
to the feet of highs and lows
just nice and tight but neater.

My poem that strums a sound
with every note of stress
rebounds and hangs around
with balladic artifice.

My poem that’s so well-writ
with obvious good pitch
won’t die if I sell it
to Shakespeare to get rich!

–Ngoc Nguyen

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