So many times are put aside,
Not understood, told to beware,
And said to be unfit,
To guide, to give, to share
While demons in waiting
With forked tongue,
Are allowed to skin us, bare.
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The artist understands,
The emotional earthquakeThat life and love do cover,And can artistically conveyHuman understandingBringing us closerTo one anotherIn a most amazing wayAs Life is given,To color and clay.Whether in a painting, poem or play,The true Artist has so much to sayAbout Love and human expression,His song to Life’s mysterious processionBecomes at times, a life long obsessionAnd his…
To see and live,
A government so rotten,And so mean.If this is political evolution,Then the past was really revolution.That they should represent US,Is much worse than just disillusion.
I think that in this shattered World,
We’ll find the softness of a bird,In some great piece of poetry.A Poem that will read your heart,Give it the love that makes it start,Surrounds you with musical scales,Hoists up, imaginary sails.I think that thanks to Poetry,Feelings come forth more naturally,Words do describe the inner soul,Poetry’s mother to us All.
Time’s projection,
How many minutes in a day?How many seconds in a Lifetime?Life, just flies away,And we are but units of Time,Ticking away,With all our imperfections.
To Be,
We should be here,On a mission of love,Of love of Nature,The immensity and variety of Skies,The unknown that lies,Hidden in every living thing.Respect!Respect is part of love,There is sanctity,In LoveThat reaches above,Petty human coils,A feeling that seeks completion,Like no other,Human vision.
Do poets count?
One, two, three, four,And more.