It’s time to start,
Nothing in life compensates more,
Than the creation of something beautiful,
That is deeply felt and that is yours,
That wasn’t there before,
No matter how small it is,
Or what it’s for.
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A poem Is,
Translated into words,That tell it All.
Man is such a fool,
All Lies and Propaganda,Plus the useless Sermons,From all thoseThat cruelly rule.
Present, Past or Future,
Nor totally foreseen,Time is a special Trap!Reality or Dream?
On Valentine’s Day,
Ever to be written,Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Anabelle Lee’Love, as only love,Should be,For they ‘Loved with a loveThat was more than love, ‘He and his Anabelle Lee,The fusion, of souls,The ultimate goalCaptivating allThat life should be,Irreplaceable Ecstasy.
Poetry,
But not for everyone,I cannot really tell youWhat it takes to be a fan,But a certain luminosityAnd a dose of great sincerityWants to be passed on,Friendliness and BlessingsThat a poem leaves behind,Are like divine, heavenly colorsThat, so well, the spirit understands,In conjunction with the mind,And that speak to you and sooth you,As no other form…
Great Poetry,
The One written by the soulWhere every word,Every verse counts,The one that escalatesThe highest mountAnd then comes downEnrobed in beauty and grace,Needs no idolatryNo matter how oldOr new it is,It stands on its own two feet,Proud, beautiful and sweet,Like new nectar found,Waving the bannerOf Victory, never defeat.