That though not there,
Act as, a calming blend.
We identify and are not shy,
Our likeness to confess,
And in our lonely, broken hearts,
Do many poems bless.
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Little mountain Bluebird
In a blue so very beautifulIt’s the envy of the Sky.Little mountain bluebirdBeauty, not denied,I’ll forever be in loveWith the turquois-blueThat enables you, to fly.
A Pessimist is
That things can only get worse,And if they don’t,He is Not,Pleasantly surprised!
What you say and do,
But not tomorrow,We are ever changing creatures,Like the weather,Good today, Stormy tomorrow.
It doesn’t STOP!
Treacherously odious,Human conditionThat makes us want to fool,Hurt others,Even kill them!When they are our brothers.OH, despicable ones!That harm and plunderThe innocent,You are embedded with evilAnd the Devil’s thunder,Let all the weightOf truth and justice,Fall upon you,So you regret,All the evilThat in our HistoryDisgracefully, you’ve set.
Poetry is what my mother,
Honesty, is what my father,Taught to me,Beauty is what I always,Seek to see,Love, is all I lived for,Made me free.
In the twisted cadence,
Love traveled the Planet,Endlessly,Just to find,That Life is onlyA dream like moment,Of Fantasy.