For precious light, serene
So rarely felt or seen,
I delve into sweet Poetry,
The Arts that have no scheme,
I look for Nature’s beauty,
The peace that’s born within,
And try to hide,
From human tide,
Where only tempests win.
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Years ago,
Dedicating a poem to someone,Was really, blowing their horn.Today, you might say,That type of sentimental honorIs practically unknown,Times change,What once was gloryToday, just bubbly foam.
Sock it to me, dope,
Where no longer Talent’s heard,Praised is misery and ugly,Beauty left out of the Race,Mud and drugs smeared on her face!Sadly, sadly, sadly, sadly…..PITY!
I feel you in the air I breath,
Becoming part of what I am,And what I want to be,And yet I really cannot seize,If you feel close to me,A Mystery veils, the many trails,Of what our lives will be.
In the desperate silent hours,
Loneliness devours towers,And there is no place to hide.
We know so much,
As many Mysteries,As Spheres,That turn aroundWithout colliding,While we wonder,Who conductsTheir silent gears?But the biggestMysteries of allAre,Love and Life,For we know notWhatThe Miracle of LoveIs all about,Nor what we’re,Doing here,As life,Goes in and outFrom this,Our blessed, Sphere.
Come on,
My love,Poetry,Don’t be shyYou know,I’ll be faithful,And you don’t evenHave to ask me why.