Liberty seeded.
As poets, we love each other,
Fraternity,
Sisters and brothers,
Pen in hand,
Verse after verse,
Trying to attain and feel,
Truth’s path for all eternity
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The fog won’t lift,
Have caused,The flowing tearsTo turn into,Gray, icy rain,And there, you are!Just the same!An immutable shadowCausing me to wiltAnd strain,The last dropOf this perniciousLove, without whichI will never,Feel or ever be,The same…
To be
Possible,What never could beIn time passed,What never can returnThe impossible wishOf those,That in their past lifeCould not their own pages,Write or even turnNor even behind them,Their bridges burn.
I had a nice day,
It was Artistic through and through,Some ‘sillies’ I wrote,Were not for a quote,I thought of Bette Davis,Piano love, George Gershwin, too,His music always a win-win,Especially, Rhapsody in Blue.My limbs felt the emotion,Of the Spirit from above,All stupid human commotion,Far away from me today,And I felt a new Emotion,That the World had gone away.
Poetry is Truth,
For it is bornFrom spontaneous and deepest feelings,And those you can’t transform,Invent or hide.
We swim in a Sea
But not even PoetsCan totally,Escape, Reality…
So many dreams,
Wanting to be lived!To the utmost Romantic scenes,Life is a film,And I am the director of my will,And the Star of my dreams.