Educate yourself
Try to find the truth
Or at least,
What things are all
About.
Do not live in ignorance,
There’s were Evil
Finds it’s ‘shout’
You shout louder
With the truth
That you’ve found out.
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As the quite moss does gather,
Where all hopes have gone astray,The black clouds of pessimism,Inundate the quite prism,Of a World that’s made of ‘isms’,And won’t really ever change.
Poetry is a kind of Philosophy of Life,
That indescribable feeling,That allows the transformation,From sensation into language as translation.
Up and down
Life moves,MysteriouslyIn leaps and bounds,It’s greatest treasureIt’s sweetest soundIs surely, Love,If ever found.
All the frustrations,
That Life’s inhalation,To everyone bringsCan be assuaged,By a poem or two,Especially, those saying:‘How much I love you’
Poets feel and understand so many Things,
Delving into the Sands of Past, Present and Future,Using their hourglass of words,From whither comes their stunning light.That is why, for me a Poet’s words are sacred,Better than those of a priest or any religion,For a Poet, even if he should try,Cannot hide behind a lie,Writing Feelings, tells you why.
I’d love to have a baby Owl,
With their little crooked noses,And those eyes that say:‘Hoo, Me? ‘I saw a baby Owl,Bathing in a cup,I smiled and laughed,So very much,I really couldn’t stop!I’d love to have that baby,One I could call my own,In harmony, we’d live and be,And never feel alone.