Others, rage,
But when sincere,
You have the best of Poetry,
That sheds a tear,
Or two or three,
Being what it has to be,
A felt forever, memory.
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Poets are such Fools,
They can change everything,By making,Love and understanding,Universal Rules.
What do we love,
It’s not only their face,It’s not only their eyes,Above all it’s the Soul,That shines, identifies,And silently signifies,Love’s mysterious, flowing tide.
I’ve read a lot of poetry,
But what thrills me the mostAre words that do conveyOf Love, the overdose.
A time to live
What better couldOur fleeting days,Expect to beMade of,For without loveLife can’t exist,At least for someThat’s how it is.
They’re working on a new smart car,
It will take you for an auto-ride,Maybe cook dinner for two.What I wrote is partly joke,But we’re now so mechanized,We communicate thru tablet-phones,We no longer read deep, human looks,Nor do we want to understandThe soothing language of the eyes.
Inspiration,
Poetry flowsIn this magic manner,Feelings more than wordsTies that tieTo the human herdPoetry, verseNever dividingUniting,While loveThroughout the UniverseIs felt and heard.