Of feelings, mind and soul,
In Art, the Artist does give birth,
To inner life,
Projecting Beauty’s call!
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Dearest Poetry,
In this worldOf incessant turmoilYou’re my All.Spread the love,We are supposedTo have,Fill us withThe beauty and the joyComing fromA most transparent region,Far above.
Swimming in the mud,
Dirty,21st century clad,A pool of idiots screaming,Wolf!But acting like swine,And We?Pickles in brine,With no crunch left,Cowards!Drowning in vinegar and salt,As insults fly,As Dreams and Country die,Need we ask, Why?
Thru the Distance,
We comprehend each other’s heart,We can establish dialogue,A silent Dialogue of Love,Mysterious language of the Souls,And even though we’ve never met,We come together,Step by step,Invisibly and Silently,And touch each other,Secretly,Love opens doors,To Eternity.
Dishonesty today,
We are witnessing today,The guillotining of Truth,Honesty, thrown off the roof,The embezzlement of personal proof,Our accountability,The success of ‘ignorance is bliss’.And Lies are just a snake’s hiss.Is it All worse Now?Or has It always been like this.
There is no truer love,
Nor as beautifulAnd grateful,As the love describedIn ‘Home Coming, ‘An unforgettable poemBy Louis Rams,I would call it,Perfection.
A poem like a song,
A message, all alone,Does not sing as should be.Melodious rhythm, some good rhyme,And images galore,Do not amongst that, short forgetOur dear friend, metaphor,Make Poetry, endless in Time,A Gift you can’t ignore.