Here is a book which sets the record straight on what poetry is. Descriptive, of course, but also with the discipline of rhythm and rhyme, which demands the elimination of the superfluous and the repetitive. This is not to disparage prose. On the contrary, prose can indeed be beautiful: but it is not poetry.
There are poets whose works are of course brilliant, but lacking in humour. But life would not be life without fun, so they describe a somewhat one-sided view of the human condition. Indeed, we all suffer from time to time, but we also experience joy and laughter. I at least hope that I may expire with a smile!
The author was schooled in Palestine, Guyana, Barbados and England, but has lived most of his life in South America, where he has turned his hand to many activities, living through (as the Chinese say) interesting times. Before retiring he ran a manufacturing group, and now farms (at a distance): cattle (Aberdeen Angus), wheat, barley, sunflower, oats, maize and soybean. Most of his time is spent on golf and praying for rain.