Just hope, sometimes
I get it right.
The pleasure
That good writing gives,
Still holds of love
The true delight.
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I’m sensitive to words,
Silences don’t set well,Language is a quenching well,Where the waters of sentiment flow,Where intelligence can glow,It has brought us forth from darkness,To the embracement of civilization,From the Stone Age,Made us into great Nations,Do not let this Light,Be buried in the damnation,Of the barbarous, savage throws,Of incomprehension, that knows,No civilized orientation.Intelligence and Language,Plus human feelings,Of compassion…
Hate brings on more Hate,
Humanity’s shameful slate!Used as miserable bait,Just to dominate.
Of all the things on Earth
Does synthesize,All dreams inside,And All that life is worth.
We loved each other
Left!Except, the regretOf never having met!
It’s wonderful to be an individual,
Being a ‘groupie’,Brings on so much stress,Better to be,Your own persona,Than not know how to live,With yourself,So know and better yourself,Let your imagination fly,Become friends with the Sky,And you’ll never be lonelyAs the days, yawn by.
The Secret Life of Poetry,
All that they ever want to be:A flying leaf of red and gold,A sailing ship, all new and bold,A crying bird that passes by,And leaves a message in the sky,A multicolored butterfly,That makes you dream and softly sigh,A brave new Light for Liberty,Saying ‘ All Men are now born Free’,And Liberty to Love the Wind,With…