Alive burning with fire consumes me                                                                
Ready freedom burns me                                                                     
World full of disputes                                                                                      
House of ill repute                                                                                           
Esteem pollutes forbidden fruit                                                                        
Pursuit of dreams                                                                                             
American happiness is not pursuit of dreams                                                    
American dream a lie, fire consumes me                                                           
Covered clotted cream, forbidden fruit                                                                        
Deceit, the lie of the American dream burns me                                              
Life in the house of ill repute                                                                           
Americans drenched in disputes                                                                       
Freedom from consumerism                                                                             
Important to pursue the dream                                                                        
Caught up in ill repute                                                                                     
Desires feeds disputes                                                                                      
Dirty hands burn me                                                                                        
For sale, buy my forbidden fruit                                                                       
Can’t hide away forbidden fruit                                                           
Lust consumes me                                                                                           
Thirst so strong, it burns me                                                                            
Cravings coerced, reimbursed dreams                                                              
Yearnings lead to disputes                                                                                
Borne and bred of ill repute                                                                             
Iraq, Beirut, wars of ill repute                                                                          
Oil the biggest forbidden fruit                                                                         
Observing abuse consumes me                                                                         
Obliterating abuse causes disputes                                                                   
Inflicting suffering drowns dreams                                                                    
Blues burn me                                                                                                  
Trickle-down abuse burns me                                                                          
Weak forced to accept ill repute                                                                      
Eradicates man’s right to dream                                                                       
Access to achieve forbidden fruit                                                                      
Denials of basic rights consume me                                                                
Animal abuse and pollution, root of many disputes                                          
Equity and decency consume me, fear burns me                                              
Disputes, hurt heart, search escape from ill repute                                                      
Forbidden fruits multiply wealthy; cancel out poor man’s
dreams       
***
Oftentimes as editor for the TCSR, people will send me poems to ask for thoughts or advice. When I honestly point out a misspelling or misuse of word, or give an example of what could improve the poem, i.e. changing a few words around, the biggest response I get is "I don't believe in editing my poems. The poem comes out the first time the way it should be."
Well, here is the proof that it really helps to work on a poem, to edit errors, and to reconsider word usage. It makes a difference.
As you can see, in the earlier version, inadvertently I used consume twice in two lines in one stanza which led to repetition, and since this form is essentially repetitious in its form, it works better to use a different word ending for each line of each stanza.
Any thoughts fellow poets?
 
