There’s an Explosion and a lesion,
That cuts right thru an unknown zone,
These are the great Poetic Visions,
The sounding paintings, Metaphors,
And words that cross just every Season,
And leave you richer than before.
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Poetry speaks better and louder,
With just a few bright verses,Has Universal reach.Word power, depth and sincerity,Poetry goes even farther, reaches abovePetty struggles, winning bravely thru Love.
Stop Time!
Love has no end,Defies time, is healing,Ever blooming,Like a new rose in the sun,The queen of all hearts,A song deeply felt and sungIn harmony with Life,As long as you can love,You are forever young.
Yes,
Poetry does sustain,With its sometimes happy,Sometimes sad, refrain.
My poetry is free,
It has a life of it’s own,In which I can participate,But never, fully own.
I love how a Poet,
With his pen,Send visions of supernatural feelings,Hurling through the skies,From the outer space of his mind,And then, back into his pen.Images and feelings coincide,With sentiments that flow from inside,So Unpredictable! !Until the moment When,It’s right to give sight,Into his fantasy world of delight,Where painting with his pen,Preceded almost always,By an existential fight,A poem is born,Painted…
What does inspire us to Write?
A sudden scene, a sudden fright,Or just imagination’s flight?Love’s always good, the best of all,But is not always there, on call,And then there’s sadness and there’s pain,When Love is gone, creations wane,You feel you’ll Never write Again!