Enough, natural disasters,
Why do we provoke more?
After so many centuries,
It’s time to stop the killings,
And close of violence, the store,
Institute Peace,
Love, forevermore.
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Like a transfusion
Poetry.Poems, areCurative medicineFor the soul,No matter,How aloneOr sadThe patientBe.And believe itOr not,It’s free!So,In Life,Remember,All are welcomeTo their,Democratic doseOf poetry.
Warning!
Of what we’re to cry,As our Tragedy nears.
Sometimes,
Words come,Adventurous dance,Elliptical gyrations,Fascination,Poetic World,What a chanceTo embrace you,Sometimes willingly,Sometimes, by mere chanceBut always a Miracle,This Poetic DanceVoyage in verse,Dancing with words,Loving this land!I can tillWith heart and hand.
Poets,
And forgetThe World is madeOf pain, regrets,Of meanness, falsehoods,And of pride,Of ‘taking others for a ride’.
As Music sooths,
Poetry, for the heart,Is an unending feast!
Beauty’s secret,
Beauty is to be shared,With all those that ever cared,About Life, about Mystery,About Love and its Victory.