There, even the stones
Sing in monotone,
All is but the same,
Only change, a name,
Life a Mystery,
See what you may see,
Nothing, perfectly.
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Swan’s love,
The simplest loveOf two, in love.One partnerFor life,If One diesThe Other may dieSoon after,Of a broken heart.True,Heavenly LoveIs like that.Tenderly I sob,For their lossOf purest whiteTransparent souls,Losing love,They’ve, lost it allBroken hearts,Irreparably,Cannot fight backLoneliness and lossLove’s battle,Definitely, lost.
I like to miniaturize,
For my readers,Give them all that I have,In an essential way,Not to bore Them.
You hit a cord,
You start a poem,An Angel heardThat speaks to youMoves mind and penYou know it thenYou’re still alive,Ready to write,And live again.
I want to be good
Says man in every landAnd I hunt and I kill,So often, at willCausing pain and chagrinUsing Evil as thrill,Causing mistrust and chill,Bitter footprints in the sand.Of what nature do we comeThat we’re stillSuch rotten scum,After millions we have killed?I cannot understandThat the HandThat’s used to saveIs the HandThat could somedayAlso be used, to kill…..
Unconditional Love
Far above oneself,Embracing, great concepts,Of the peaceful whitenessOf a dove,The Universal aspectOf what Beauty is made of,The sudden madness,Of an everlasting love,Yes, All of Life’sMiraculous feelingsThat come from Love,That upgrade usFrom the Mystery of BeingThat we still knowNothing of,Revolving, always revolvingUnconditional uncertaintySo silently, unsolved.
We look at the sky,
We speak to the sky,Praying someone will hear,The blue of the sky,Keeps us safe from all fear,The gray heavy clouds,Announce storms that are near,The sky seems so real,Yet it’s but air and light,A constant mirage,Be it day, be it night,Could Life be that way?An illusion blue-gray,The cold Autumn Wind,Will just carry away.