A feeling

And wrong things last so long,Life is complex and not easy,Happiness a fleeting song,Loneliness an empty dome,Love the best thing you can own.

Is thatWhere,Love, loves Poetry.

Beauty, Art,Forgotten and neglectedTell me what really feeds the heart?When human deep, creative feelingsAre forgotten, not projected.

Coffee, Tea or Fantasy,Which will the poet,ChooseThat dependsOn sensitivityAnd what there isTo gain or lose.

Made up,Of Tender Things,Cultivating, goodnessSo EnamoredWith that KindnessThat only loveCan bring.Life could be so beautifulIf ugliness,Meanness and unkindness,Stopped!Love could then take overPermanently,And dreams would neverStop.Yes, I know,It can only beLike this inPoetry,But Poets,Are still Dreamers.And lets hope thatNever Stops!

On which we rely,In our human darknessFor light and guidance,When all seems to failIn our lives,So fragile and paleSo easily, derailedOnce our tenuous happinessHas sailed,The Light of the MoonWill prevail.

Loneliness, a stifling agent,Poetry its faithful, bluffer.

Nasty things just seem to floodThe Nation where I live.I was taught to give,Not to take awayAnd thru the lies of those,Who ‘socially’ want our demiseWe are losing shreds of libertyAnd Democracy, everydayIf they get their way,Our liberty will be the priceWe all, sadlyWill have to pay.

It’s mud and blood,And Lying crud,I know, I lived it!So, Americanos,Don’t heed to Liberal Feed,That ‘social justice’ is the best,And you must followTheir fallacious, questBEWARE!Danger and Spiritual Death,For it is Nothing,But a Vipers Nest!

Of the flickering lightOf a candle,Trembling in the night,Increasing our inner sight,Turning feelings,Into Light.

Creating for the public, Films,Video, Audio, pure delightMiracles in flight,That are a part of their creative spirit,And Artistically, so right.

The breath to give,Humanity,Without our trees,No other Life would be.Yes,The living Trees,Where beauty be,Green Liberty,Reaching on high,The leaves that sigh,Eternity.