Say they’re frail,
That their tears are,
To no avail.
Poets are much stronger,
Than you think,
They have a special rendezvous,
With Destiny,
With Understanding,
A secret link.
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Down to the cellar,
I’m tired of speaking to the wall,Or looking at white sheets of paperWhere all my words stall,Neither wall, nor paper, care at all!Where do I go from here?To a glass of red wine, or a beer?
Hope is our Moon,
On which we rely,In our human darknessFor light and guidance,When all seems to failIn our lives,So fragile and paleSo easily, derailedOnce our tenuous happinessHas sailed,The Light of the MoonWill prevail.
Our Country, Our Life,
A yellow pudding,Of Cowards, gone numb!When did we lose,Our honor, our pride?Our virginity, the candor,And obeyed All who Lied!
The Sea, the Sea, will set you free,
For in it’s great immensity,It sings of Love and Liberty,Of Life in waters hidden fastOf pirate ships from our dark past,Of travels and discovery,Only the Sea can make you freeIn its unconquered Mystery
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.
There are different tastes,
Different people and different sighs,But the best thing of all is,When all of humanity together, tries.