Are they Poetry’s goal?
To protect our fragile, sanity.
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Do good,
With love and promiseDo evil,And your own demonsWill accompany youTo the fires of HellToday, like it or notThat’s all I’ve gotTo sell.
Poetry is not Easy,
Mystery veils the way,To very deep inner feelings,Inexplicably, at times,Clarity does not hit the ceiling,Mystery does surround,The inspired word,That chimes,In wonder, so sublime,As the spirit climbs,Emotionally divine,Inexplicably,Words conjugate thoughts,That cannot be forced,Or bought,The very spirit of the poet,Is caught,In a Web of Humanity,That sometimes even,Goes beyond thought.No, Poetry is not easy,And still remains,The Great Mystery,Of…
I’m running out of themes and ideas,
Where Poetic Ships resist to come.As life goes on and the World turns,In me, less and less things start a fire,As life in me slowly turns away,No longer fanned by the Winds of Desire.
How Emotionally exhausting,
Unforgettable charactersMust be,Even for the born actorThat has a certain factorThat facilitates,Becoming, someone else.These formidable artistsDo carry us away,And with our gratitudeRecognition and admirationWe should honor themAnd pay,And as an example say‘I saw, Bette Davis,Today, in an old film,But it still,Made my day! ‘Or, I saw Sara Paulson,In Neflix, ‘Ratched’Bloody, as it is,Her interpretationLike those…
A poem teaches,
A poem cradles,A love you lose,And it consoles,Stings, big and small,Because it’s made,Of Love, that’s all.
Discovery,
Handsome land of ecstasyThat should always be sincereFar from moodiness and fearWhere Love findsIts reverie,Tolerant and always free.Here today andGone tomorrowGive well-beingNever sorrow.