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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If we were only LOVE,
I know I’m speaking of,Fantastic Fantasy,But that is why our souls,Can still dream endlessly,And that is why today,We still write Poetry.
We strive to be the best,
We Poets need to write,So we may live.
Approaching Autumn,
Colors will stream,And the Wind,Knows it.
I love all Art,
When I no longer feel alive,I see great paintings and revive,Or watch a classic, flowing film,That lights the room however dim.I love all Art,For art is life,All that we carry way inside,The best of life’s spiritual riteThat moves our sentimental tideAll that transcends and reaches wide,That brings us close and so to findThe link between…
No matter,
Or turn itPolitical butter,Won’t, earn it.False and rancidAll the same,Political corruptionIs their gainAnd our pain,OverpricedIntolerable device,This political curse,Corruption!
To love and be loved,
A little affection,To carry on,And not go thru life,In a loveless trance,Is that really,Too much for us to ask?Of Life’s disarrayed,And crazy dance?
Nobel, long tasting
Palatably charming
And fine,
Accumulating,
Feeling with time,
In other words,
Unforgettably,
Divine.
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Most of the time
Niceties,About poems read,But those runningFor office,Also, Colleagues in Crime,Attack each other,Act like Rattlesnakes,Full of Poisonous LiesAnd Pomposity!
Remembering
When Spring was youngAnd new,Is painful from the very start,No longer is it true.My days go by,In one big sigh,As empty as can be,Sometimes, I just sit down and cry,My heart, an escapee,For nothing of that love remains,Today, a memory.
A ‘Silly Poem’ is good sometimes,
And clarifies rhymes.So here goes:I am a complete contradiction,A bit of realism but a lot of fiction,I do not live in a World I like,Nor do I want All, to be alike,I’d rather write than have a fight,Like to send many, to fly a kite,I sleep by day and live by night,But sometimes I tire…
I’ve seen a sunset
Liquid gold,I’ve sailed the oceans,To project a lifeSo empty,Artic circlesWere less cold,I’ve climbedBare mountains,Thinking I wouldEasily find,Rarefied airThat makes all love,Seem kind,Yet all I foundWas thinning oxygenThat made it difficultTo breath,And get of LifeThat thrilling holdThat only, LoveCan give,Not being forcedOr even told.
Feelings and data
Make some poemsEntertaining, interestingAnd fine.
Is Poetry
Some might say‘Yes’, not worth a dimeBut breathing, thinking’Loving too,May not produce,Great wealth for youYet necessary are,And so is PoetryFor those who dreamAnd live,Reaching, for the Stars.
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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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A poem breaths,
To the stratosphere,Of the poet’s mind,But will it bring,Contentment,The fulfillment,That Love promises,To find.
Strange
In someThe Spirit can go,With the body,Lagging behind,Within savage throw,Oh, the mysteryOf it all!Will we ever know?
Cracks in the walls
Cracks in the mindsIn the hearts tooOf those who don’t care,That only want power,But dare,Want to govern us,‘Open Borders’The so called Democracks,Sing,What for, I pray?To have more criminals in,To join ‘the party’Of so many already inOur own rotten cropAs if we didn’t have enough!Stop the madnessDanger and Deception,We will not be fooled!It’s anarchy and votes…
Take my hand
Promised land?No longer callingFar away, the dreams are moaning,Far away, my love is fallingGone away, in early morningGod, I pray,Can’t keep on mourningSadness grips,There is no dawningFrom my eyes,Tears are so storming,What to do?There’s no returningBack to where,Love was once burningAshes smolder,You grow colderSweet repose,Come take me overWhat to do,When all love’s over,And you findThat…
Who can you trust?
The businesses that went bust?The banks that spread the dust?The politicians who’s LiesAre a Party’s, Must?The Answer is clear,Don’t trust Anything!That moves, talks,Or comes near.
Love Hurts,
Not always receiving,But without it,Living is not living,For loving is giving,The most precious gift,That you can give,And the most fulfilling.