Poets are dreamers

And taken so much farther,What in this cold world would we be?Without our guiding mother,Her love and care like no one else,Does make her, like no other.

Like Scarlett O’Hara, without which,Her home, Tara,Would have never, been the same.All those, whose name is RoseMust feel, velvety supremeClose to Nature and composed,Maria is Spanish for MaryWho was told,She was quite contraryAt least, that’s howHer nursery rhyme goes,Bette stands for, DavisThe greatestDramatic Star of all AgesAnd so on and so on,Maybe your name is…

Life’sBitter bells of solitude,Indulge in lonely soundsThat moan like pain,The air is clearBut without cheer,As hopeless loveCries one more tear.As lonely loveJust colors greyOne more day,One more year….

That Life Is so short,And not very witty.We are taken for true fools,Like baby pictures,Full of drools.Hey! ! Ruling Claaasss!With no brains,We Are Not,Middle Ages insane,Grotesquely ignorant,We HAVE a sturdy, educated Brain!That tells us an awful lot,You cannot fool us endlessly,Like Monkeys on a Coconut tree,With your monotonous, lying Rot!

Trying to decipher them,Is part of how they grow.

Let it be understood,Let it invade your every pore,Let it be your light, your sun,Do not ration,Feelings,Feel as you never felt before,At least for a few moments,You will have opened,Joy’s secret door.Passion, a part of Life,We should adore.