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My Entry For The Sunday Paper Poetry Contest

Almost 100% of advertised “poetry contests” are veiled solicitations from vanity publishers. To test this, I submitted this poem that skewers such companies. Sure enough, they didn’t appear to read it because their reply was filled with praise for the poem and extended an invitation to me to be published in their anthology for the “low-low price of”….

The bait begins to form at birth;
The search for self and for worth confirmed.
Suspicions grow, nay, ‘tis hope at best,
With talents formed
By attempt and time,
That some great genius lies concealed
To be revealed by those who know.
The invite comes; the trap is set;
“Come share thy offerings for we love thy art”.
Legions respond with hopeful heart
Believing that those who beckon their best
Have interest sincere in the works of their soul.
The offering sent and, in time, the reply;
“Awesome work! Wondrous gift! Such talent must be shared!”
Then comes the crux of their intent:
“We’ll print your verse…
If you open your purse!”

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.

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