Always young,
Ageless,
Beautiful Maiden,
And Paradise,
Of all dreams,
Forever, sung
Into eternity
By poet’s schemes.
Yes,
Young forever
What none of us can be,
Except ageless, Poetry.
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Different Worlds,
A moonlit voyage thru all Time,The Past can be revived,The Present, dramatized,And the Future, analyzed,Poetic Time, energized,By the Poet’s Faith, in Rhyme.
The Universe,
As if flows,Our minuscule minds knowSomething’s there,But what exactly,Why and where,What is it made of?Why is it there?It scares!So off we go toUnknown land,Non comprehension,Grains of sand.What can’t be measuredWe don’t comprehend,Love is that way,With no beginningAnd no end.So is the Universe just loveOf mysteries and floating doves?I really doubt it very much,If we as…
The Mass Illusion
That we are basicallyGoodBut in us lies,The trapThat we can so easilyBe fooled.Fooled and taken overBut!If we are so easilyTrappedMay it not beBecause our intelligenceHas been clouded over,By devils making of usSaps,And then, running us over!Food for thoughtCannot be gottenWith food stamps,Because we all needTo be reeducated,By the truth,The World over.
How we really need each other!
Love is Life,That’s gone much farther,Love is Life,That’s just begun!
Descriptive
Is what many PoemsHold,You have to Love it,Never does grow,Old.
Up and down
Life moves,MysteriouslyIn leaps and bounds,It’s greatest treasureIt’s sweetest soundIs surely, Love,If ever found.
Nobel, long tasting
Palatably charming
And fine,
Accumulating,
Feeling with time,
In other words,
Unforgettably,
Divine.
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If I can make you happy,
If I can look upon the stars,And wish good things to happen,Why should I wish for bad?If I could change war into peace,I certainly would try,After so many years have past,It’s time for War to die.
One life, one dream, one love
How lucky can you beTo strive, to haveThe best arrive,The opportunity,How grateful should we be!
Poets, like busy bees
A new poem, written with easeWith rose petals, floral peaceHas the whole hive giving lectures,For they are of poetry,The best readers and protectors.Poets are like bees,Their poems areTheir reason for beingAnd just like beesThey keep pollinatingTheir writing, so that wordsTake on true meaning,Make sure their sweetnessAnd deep felling,Will connect us.
As the World,
And all seems to fall apart,It’s your love that keeps me going,The only light within my heart.
You think,
You root for this One, publicized,You know, the One that has no pride,But always, very much to hide,‘Politicos’ they are astute,They always know which horn to toot,Behind closed doors, amongst themselves,They plan the voting, empty shelves,Then cakes are sliced for future dates,While we watch on, behind Hell’s gates.
Words are our treasures,
Poems have powerTo revitalize,Illuminate,LifeAt its core.
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The One written by the soul
Where every word,
Every verse counts,
The one that escalates
The highest mount
And then comes down
Enrobed in beauty and grace,
Needs no idolatry
No matter how old
Or new it is,
It stands on its own two feet,
Proud, beautiful and sweet,
Like new nectar found,
Waving the banner
Of Victory, never defeat.
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Who are the Dreamer-Poets?
And why do they have that great name,That is different from the rest?Because they are Romantics,Of 21st Millennium Fame.After, you have read them,You’re life won’t be the same,They will take you to the Mountain,Where They write their Sacred Rain!
Please,
Don’t leave me,I’ve got but youTo believe me,Stay a littleLonger,I’ll be goodI promise!Like a childWhose love,Only growsStronger.
In Politics today
Skunks,Pity!But hold onAmericans,If you don’tSee the Truth,Of the manipulationSo inept, by someDon’t be surprisedIf the worstIs yet to come!
Id like to see,
Among the races,That ‘Human’ be,If we are superior, mentally,‘Rational’, as we’re told, born free,Then let Us try to get along,And we will see.What a much better world,This will someday be!
As I caress you,
And want you always by my side,I know you understand,You also know that Love is All,Not just a footprint in the sand,I know you understand,That at the same time,Love hurts and can be weak,Held together by a mere strand,Of Passion, that is grand,That fills the heart,Your life and your land,But that must be taken care…
Oh, my heart is tinged with Silence,
Looking for you in my darkness,Where you are, I do not know,All I know is that without you,Life has lost its vital glow,And the Embers of this Silence,Burn more than you’ll ever know.