Acts of literary
Philanthropy,
Written kind deeds,
Wellbeing, breeds
Poetry and Song,
Paves the way,
To a world unknown,
Where there is so much
To feel and say
When it is done,
In poetry’s blessed,
Artistic way,
A bit of Heaven opens up
Or at least
That’s what poets say.
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Since the tribes
Are abused,Spilt blood, rights deniedIncessant wars and sacrifice.Chiefs, Kings,After,Presidents, Prime minstersAll as selfish as can beHungry for power,Deep in inhumanity!Entrance, AmericaCradle, like ancient GreeceOf Democracy!Illuminated individualsSay, ‘ All men are born free’Not always carried outAs should be,But neverthelessA brave beginning,Towards Liberty,And American Democracy!Fast Forward,And so,21st century arrivesThings are not so good,Economy quivers,Employment shivers,And soA giant,…
Bravely, thought
Without youBut it wasn’t true,I am absolutelyNothing,Without you,Sleepless nightsNo morning, lightWithout love,Hearts dieAnd Roses too….
I think,
May Love,PoetryTo the same degreeThat is,Vehemently!
Something to love
Sweetly desireAnd love,There isn’t much leftBetter still,Is there anything leftClean, good to desire?We live in a WorldOf ugliness, moral theft,And destructive, FireWhere robbers are heroesMoral rape, we accept,Where sanity and beautyAre spat upon and mocked,Where to go?When all decency seemsTo be gone,And all sensitivity,Crushed and shocked,Devastatingly, blocked!Lost amongst the screamsOf a deadly, choir.
Love attracts Poets
Melting all barriersBetween love and desire.No wonder the RomanticsPut love before, AllAnd were willing,For Love,To give up their, Soul.
I’ve lost all
Fatigue and hesitationHave set in.Writing,Is a gamePlayedDeep within,And feelingsGone,No earthly prongCan make you fakeA pleasant win.