Saturday night folly,
Happiness at will,
Drowning all blue sorrows,
Not knowing,
What black tomorrows
Will deeply living, bring,
Chocolate, Whiskey
For the moment
Make worries stand still,
Enamored with the moon,
Giving, happiness at will.
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Cradled by your poems
Looking at the skyThe ocean loves the Moon,So why can’t I,Open New Horizons,Instil in those,Who want Life’s light,Poems, never tried.With love, eternalized.
Five fingers on our Hand,
That let you understand,That Life and Love can be written,With the simple stroke, of a Hand.
I am a Patriot,
I hold up high,The red, white and blue.You are my Country,My refuge, my pride,You satisfy,My want for belonging,My need to try,To uphold justice,Freedom and peace,A love in me,That will never cease.I’ll try my best,To be worthy of you,Always grateful,Never untrue.
Poems can make you happy,
Poems can even sometimes,Make you very mad,But oh, how they are fulfilling,Like no other read can be,Never underestimate a poem,They have the immortal power,To make of Liberty, a tower,And forever set you free.
Can I be content
Loaned to me,For a poem to writeAnd then, to become,My only friends?Is that enoughAttention, protectionAgainst,Time’s revenge?True,Words accompanyThoughts,But what they,Can’t doIs take your hand,Hold you upWhen you’re feelingA bit sad,Or totally lostAnd blue,Give you a tight hugJust to remind you,You’re still human, too.
Strange,
What Nothing else can,Creating for Emotions,An Eternity plan.