As Life and fleeting Time
Do play,
Their wistful and nostalgic,
Schemes.
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I want a bargain!
For things as worthless,As a garden hose,But better still,I won’t buy anything,For the biggest bargain is,Not to have bought that something,That’s on your useless bargain list.
A poem starts,
The verses growIdeas appear,And feelings flowFrom secret sparksDeep in your heart,The poem startsTo take its shape,The poet knowsThere’s no escape,The birth is nearCan’t be refrained,Freeing the poem,The poem freeJust Joy remains.
We love, we read,
Life’s inner secret vein,But all we know,Is what we feel,Those things we can’t explain,And that sometimes,Don’t even have a name.
It’s terrible to see,
And no one there to Stop It,Like Humpty Dumpty,We sat on a Wall,And took a big Fall,All the good People,And all decent Men,Could not put America,Together again!
Take me to that happy place
Where blue lagoons sing to the moonAnd Love is all around.Take me to creative landWhere best of us is foundWhere Art and feelings sing all dayAnd life makes happy sounds.Take me to that precious place,Where Love and Peace, aboundWhere minds can meet,And hate defeat,As souls are starward bound.
For the poet
More he feelsMore he has to say,Crystal visions,Feelings, dismayPoetry cradlesHis soul,Night and day,Loving the thoughts,The blessed words,That come to stay,Therefore, poets must sayWhat they have to say,Their lifelong happiness,Is just that way.