What is it about Poetry,

We Poets need to write,So we may live.

To do harm,Still,Spewed, poison,With much ‘charm’So his followers,SayWhen will we seeThe day?When politiciansNo longer can lieAnd the truth,Sway!Mountains of LiesThat could fillThe Oceans,Are they hereTo stay?

The deepest feelings,Insert into Life,Amazing ceilingsOf pleasure and sentiment.That is why I call you,Dearest,Because you,You are the summit,Of whatever my life has meant,Or ever knew,My Dearest, only you!

When love is near,Happiness follows,Trouble shallows,And all you see and hearIs a bright tomorrow.Were Love to disappearLife would be naught,But sorrow.So we love when lovers say,‘I will love you today,but even more, tomorrow’

All of Life’s secretes,Just through their eyes.Poets are different,Planets apart,Ever so lonely,Right from the start.

what other poets write,Communicating in good verse,Calms one another’s vital fright,And makes us feel,What in the World is still alright!

In my head,What pleasures lie aheadAnd still await me!So I find the orchestralPiece,Play and Listen,Never disappointingAlways upliftingEven if heard,Many, many timesSurely,Interpretation counts,As excitement mounts.Classical Music,Adoring,Exploring, new worldsOf feelingsThat in delirious abstractionKeep shifting.Uplifting, melting away,RealityFeeling new sensations,Of elevation, incredibly,Until then, unknownWe travel, melodiouslyFlown, to another GalaxyWhere dreams, keep existingAnd Beauty, is still known.

So we travel all alone,And our Present is our past.

And faded out of sight,A mountain has its morning light,Shinning with Hope that will delight,Life sometimes has that too,But when the fighting years are done,What will be left of you?

Sometimes a mental mockery,Sometimes a mental tragedy,Transforming harsh reality,Emotions, feelings speed ahead,With abstract paintings in your head.A dance expressive does begin,Where hidden passions feel like Sin,Acceleration, tension mounts,Then only Writing is What counts.That’s how the Poet’s World explodes!In sudden spurts, emotion grows,And when the Festive Lights beginYou don’t know if you’ll lose or win.

And you and I,Have taken flight,Behold, the happiest idea,What love can do,Holding you near,To walk upon a phantom cloudTo love, to cry, but not too loud,A dream of wondrous tenderness,That only Love can truly bless,And now that all of this you know,Please never, ever let me go,I love you now, eternally,In light, in darkness, tenderly