For a poet, Words are Honey,
Without which, he can’t survive.
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In the WorldOf Topsy-turvy,Where the moonMay hide in fright,As the paleness of her faceCauses lovers to delight,Only love can dissipateColors, Phantoms,Of the Night
I wonder,
Or further tribulation,To an already bad situation.I wonder,About so many things,And get no answers,Just Mental Stings.Sometimes I hear strange, rapid rings,And see visions of even stranger things,Like the ‘Winged Victory of Samothrace’A favorite vision, of the Greece that was Great,No, no, I’m not insaneJust a bit lost, in this Mundane Rain.
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…
It’s all about
The rest is justAltogether,Frills and flimsyLace,Poetry can’t helpBeing,The innermostWitness,Of the feelingsOf the human race.
Beyond all hate,
The battleAnd saves,The human race,No matter whoOr what you areYou have to love it!So filled it isWith unending,BlessingsLove and Grace.
Happy, sad
So, the PendulumOf Life!Dare we askWhy?