If so,
We should cultivate
Fields of It,
Minds with It,
Feelings for It
Towers of it,
Till Poetry
Fills the whole Earth
With Love
As we were made to believe
We are supposed to be made of.
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To fill your day,Not all may agreeBut for me,It is just that way,And the happinessThat brings,Is enlightening,Making me look at life,In an entirely different way!Humbled by this happinessI write,Hoping also to please,Someone, SomewhereSomeday.
Let those in power know
AreBut empty wordsIf deeds don’t follow,Their always slowTrain,Of promises madeBut hardly everSustained,As countrymen are made,Their hopes and serenadesTo bitterly, swallow.
Like a cracked vase,
The United States is Not,The Country it once was,SHAME, SHAME on Us!We threw Ourselves,Under the bus,There are not enough tears,Of guilt and regret,To regain,The honesty and decency,We the people so openly gave up,And Were made to forget.And if there is any Justice left,Let the guilty, one day,Pay for and regret,The Hell’s Fire,That they themselves, SET!Not…
Don’t hold back your passion,
Let it be understood,Let it invade your every pore,Let it be your light, your sun,Do not ration,Feelings,Feel as you never felt before,At least for a few moments,You will have opened,Joy’s secret door.Passion, a part of Life,We should adore.
You fill my days,
And when I see you,All is right,There are no fears,There is no fright,There is just Love,With all it’s might,I feel my life return to me,A Love that is like Poetry.
I can’t believe it!
Across oceans, across time,My heart trembles, it’s divine,And the feeling is sublime,A spiritual union, through Rhyme.