And where is our Tomorrow?
A spec of joy, a silent smile,
And many days of sorrow.
All green will wilt,
Not without guilt,
For Time we cannot borrow,
The lonely Flower on the hill,
The wind of Time will surely kill,
We’re here today,
But, will be gone, Tomorrow.
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Something to love
Sweetly desireAnd love,There isn’t much leftBetter still,Is there anything leftClean, good to desire?We live in a WorldOf ugliness, moral theft,And destructive, FireWhere robbers are heroesMoral rape, we accept,Where sanity and beautyAre spat upon and mocked,Where to go?When all decency seemsTo be gone,And all sensitivity,Crushed and shocked,Devastatingly, blocked!Lost amongst the screamsOf a deadly, choir.
Writing in the clouds,
Normal, less normal, insane,Some people like to read,The Clouds that Poets write,But living in the Clouds,A danger signal is,For even famous poets,Cannot fully describe,The Mystery that life Is!
Sometimes,
Film’s, musical scoresInvade my heart,And not only do I seeThose romantic lovers,In their dreamy filmsBut I also hear and liveThe galactic musicOf the stars,That makes me, evenSometimes, cry.Music, that willAlways thrill me,That has been with meLike a friendThat will not part,Just stay foreverIn my silly heart.
Today,
Of what is lostAnd cannot be recovered,Or turned back.Let’s not liveFrom regretsOf what could have beenBut never was.Go out and fight,Go and fulfillYour destiny!Do what you loveIn goodness,Inspire,Be it thru Poetry.Or taking inventory ofAll there is to followLove and admire,In this generous,Gorgeous PlanetDon’t make lifeOne big uselessMistake, regret.We only live once,And Time does notReturn or…
Pumpkins,
Orange light,Monster fright,Chocolate-Candy nightKids delight.
I write what I feel
Poems are my life’s delight,Words that lingerPleasant sightOnly hope,I get them right,It’s thru love that poets liveIt’s all love that poems give.