Once tasted,
Necessity, tugs
As a Must
And you crave its
Biting, lust,
That serenades,
The dust
We are all
Made of.
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In Life’s turbulent, murky, waters,
I cannot but somehow wonder,What would be greatest delight?I have come to the conclusion,That Life’s mostly false illusion,Confusion, mixed with fright,But one thing is pure and noble,The miraculous ability,To communicate Emotion,Thru Art and Love’s devotion,Being Poetry in motion,The troche bearer of emotion,For the soul, sweet guiding light.
Give me a pen
Piece of paper,I will tryTo give back,As literary lover,Much more,Than I’ve takenSimply loving,Poetry’s,Living act,In the theaterOf wordsThat so expressFeelings,Better than allOther thingsEver heard.
Devils as presidents?
Or just having a nightmare,In History’s bed?PSIf you take the D off Devil,What does it say?Evil,That’s absolutely right!
Psychotic, neurotic, not normal,
Everything out of balance,Like in a crazy dance.Years melt away without feelingthe nasty passage of Time,Knowing that there’s no healing,Now, soon or anytime.
It’s seeing so many things
It’s sharing handsAnd the Light, everyday,It’s Hearts that trembleOn sight of the other,It’s being together,And nothing else matters,It’s Happiness,More than less,It’s being in love,What else?
Poems make you think,
To establishCorrect link,Most want, an easy sayPoor they,Don’t know whatFulfillment,They are missingNot wanting to understandWhat most good poems say!