What is normal, what is not?
Or Who made the rules for what?
In a World that’s upside down,
Difficult, to wear a crown.
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I didn’t see our time go by,
Now gone forever tears do flow,Where from here will my sad life go?
Art, music, poetry
The rhyme and rhythmOf Love,It’s intense feelingIt’s inner song,That we can’t resistThat speaks onlyTo the soul.Art, music and poetryIn all its forms, areThe unviolated StarThat everyone can own,That we cannot resist,For it speaks onlyTo the soul,A benediction of feelingsThat is democratically,Owned,Dove’s purityBeauty’s throneFountain of blessingsFulfillment of all souls,That lovingly embraceThis spiritual union,Its everlasting call.
A manner of expression
Poetry’s love and passion,A deep emotional callSentimental, world of languageThat cannot be ignored,Make up the blessed essenceOf its ever loving Soul.
I have been to many countries,
But I knew when I first saw you,I had found my promised land.So I loved you as I love you,Now and when I have you near,Taking refuge in you dear arms,Where just tenderness, appearsWhere there is no room for tears,As you dissipate all fears.Oh to Love You, to have found you,Made my life worth so…
So right!
Surrounded by love and by song,In the Paradise of love’s bliss,Oh, a love like thisCan never be wrong.
I’m sensitive to words,
Silences don’t set well,Language is a quenching well,Where the waters of sentiment flow,Where intelligence can glow,It has brought us forth from darkness,To the embracement of civilization,From the Stone Age,Made us into great Nations,Do not let this Light,Be buried in the damnation,Of the barbarous, savage throws,Of incomprehension, that knows,No civilized orientation.Intelligence and Language,Plus human feelings,Of compassion…
Are we too close or much too far,
Do we over analyze,
Our thoughts, our desires,
Our trembling hearts,
That catch on fire?
Do we ever fully appreciate,
Love, that’s not desire?
Are the answers in the Wind,
Or in Life’s changing attire?
Does our curiosity ever expire?
Or are we like hungry children,
Always looking for answers thru,
Gates that are tightly wired?
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Forest, dull and dreary,
I climb, climb, looking,For you, in the icy snows,My heart thinks it knows,But sees nothing Clearly.What feeds the heart, but Love?Blood, only secondary,I lost you dreaming of,A Tale told by a Fairy.Alone now and Forever,Your words remain so still,The rivers have stopped flowing,And maybe I soon will.
Life is a constant battle, uphill,
A constant battle of the will,That no one has won, as of yet.We play, we try,But always lose our bet.
Southern Fried Chicken
Is where, Franco-AmericanRelationships,Impeccably, combine!‘Bonne Appetite’ y’all.
Oh, what a blessing!
Through the limpid,Blue lagoonOf Poetry.What happiness receivedFlowing grace, perceivedThat lets the Soul,Just flow, flowInto delectableFraternity, with All,Peacefully, lovinglyTiptoeing into Eternity!Blessed beThe spiritual symmetryThe eloquent harmony,Compassionate empathyOf Poetry.
To be able to share
What a perfectDream worldThat would be!Hearts, hands, versesComing togetherGiving Love,A new melodyA perfect harmony,So unique,So full of lightThat even the starsWould pale with envyAt our very sight.Can you imagineYou and me,Meeting thru PoetryBeautified by Verse,Glorifying love,Endlessly,It would be a momentNever to forget!And the mostThat out of Life,We could ever haveOr even expect.
How green was my valley?
How blue was my Angel?Nobody knows.How deep are the oceans?How vast is the sea?How great is the Universe?No one can see.How deep can emotion,Of Love, really be,Deeper than Ocean,Deeper than Sea,A Dream put in motion,For Eternity.