Follow paths,
Far, far away
Feel the sun-sea, paradise
Make you feel, all comfortable
And nice,
Like perfumed, summer roses,
Beauty’s sheer delight.
Some poets’ poetry
Has that rare effect,
That cannot be bought
That cannot be taught
But that can
Awaken, deep passion,
Be enjoyed,
Over and over again
Like a lover’s kiss,
Or a deep caress,
With a love attraction
That you totally possess.
Know what you want,And once you have it,Does if bring happiness?Or once it’s yours,You couldn’t care less.
Without a Rocket,Just a poem,On hand.
Trying to transfer feelings,Unto a page in White,Sweetness, love and light,Or sometimes just for justice, fight.But if these feelings can touch another,Then you know you have reached,A new sister or a brother.Fraternal love thru poetry,Not a bad place for a poet to be…Agree?
The inner heart, Emotion, real,Is to be, forever blessed.
Coffee, Tea or Fantasy,Which will the poet,ChooseThat dependsOn sensitivityAnd what there isTo gain or lose.
But, Time I cannot borrow,I used it all up,And now I have, none.
