CONNUNDRUM OF THE POET, A lament in paeonic tetrameter (*** welcome) Options

[Thoth]

This was scribbled up especially for you Mau.
I don't mean your poetry is boring, far from it!
but sometimes feel my own is for others,
especially when the muse is on vacation.
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Is poetry a style of writing much like pimped up prose
where adjective or metre convert thistledown to rose?
Or is it just an art-form where the artist paints in words,
brushing strophes of colour from a palette full of verbs?

They say a bard’s a poet who has lost the common touch
by posing as a student who has read and studied much.
Are Poets trapped in circles as they jamb for foot and rhyme
trading decent diction for a half a step in time?

Are poets slated boring when they follow all the rules,
others hailed as masters since they mimic styles of fools?
Could cryptic verses printed on a crumpled yellowed page
end up a future classic by and undiscovered sage?

Accused of being cliché when a word’s been used before
and then of forcing language when it’s from the bottom drawer;
the challenges of context or a non-authentic voice
and all this cause the first word was the obvious best choice.

Do muse-less poets type a bunch of drivel to get by
and shuffle words and phrases till a verse appears sly?
If this is what you think I am - you’d better take the door,
It’s hell to be a poet then discover you’re a bore.