This closeness,
This rapport
Hardly ever felt
Before
This waiting for,
The perfumed breeze
That has,
Your so different
Appeal,
That when not there
I can hardly, breath
Something, never felt
Before!
What can I call it,
Except,
Blessed breeze.
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A glow of gold
The Poet’sWritten words,So naturally were bornSo that in trance,All those that readWere, inevitablyAnd willinglyJust held.A master of her ArtIt was not the handThat wrote,But her kindAnd precious heartWhere feelings felt,Were soft and pureAnd blessedMixed with her tearsThey formed a partOf all the lovingThings,That Poetry does best.
The Horizon,
As lovers, and discover each other,Where Life perhaps begins.Oh what Bliss,To capture this unique moment,As Love opens its secret flower,And we relish the little happinessThat dreaming and poetry,To our blue horizon, brings
Do you sweat when you lie?
Most of their lies are very dangerous lies,Heavy, intricate, complex,Trying to tie knots in peoples minds,But political lies have very serious consequencesFor they involve the security of our Country,And the future of our children,It is criminal to play around with peoples lives.
Are poets happy?
An eternal melancholic flower,That takes away the power,To find happiness to share?Always thinking, always thinking,That better Worlds exist,In some fairyland, Somewhere…
Hypocrites!
A terrible traiteOf envy and hate,Ugly and deeplyDangerous,Leaving scars,Without, exodus.
Where can I go?
The Moon is too far,The Sun is too bright,The Sea is too deep,When Love’s out of sight,To bury the hurt,Of love that has died.