Trick and Trumble,
No one humble,
Same old Scandals,
Sharpened Wits, try their best
To sell you empty bundles,
Losers’ nests of tricks,
With no regrets,
All year Halloween,
This World, a Cynic’s Fest
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Sometimes good things happen,
Then kindness is sometimes found,In a smile, extended hand.We need to show more feeling,Love Unbound.
In the scary pallor of our everyday lives,
In which inexplicable sensations,Take over,With joy or with sorrow.It’s theses Moments,That make you wonder,What it’s all about?And make so indefinable,Our todays and our tomorrows.
How much can you feel,
How much can you think,Without hitting ‘restart’?We are creatures of habitHave fear of the new,So, how long can I live,Without loving you?
There is nothing
That makes me feel more alive,Than a poem to adore,It impregnates all of my beingWith supernatural sensations of healing.
Here is a poem
Enjoy its wordsIf they are rightRegard its imageJoin its flight,And learn that loveGives life, its mightTraveling furtherInto light,And don’t forgetTo give a smileTo those alone,To those abandonedIn life’s trialSometimes a poemOpens doorsTo feelingsNever felt before,If they are goodThen make them yours,Spiritual richnessAs bequeathedBy just a poem,Nothing, else.
Like the first One,
A part of you,Like the last One,It was never enoughThis love, this lightThat is Poetry.