I’m tired of thinking,
Tired of mental percussions,
That lead to no where,
Things don’t ever,
Really change,
They just mutate,
Into other discussion,
That also don’t get you There.
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When those you elect betray,What is left, to pray?Prayers are fine,But so many go unanswered,Sit, do nothing, is also tempting,When cowardice is exempting,Faults that should be exposed,Lay passive, are not in time disposed,As ‘political correctness’Becomes the only desired mode,But one thing I will say and swear,Once you lose your hard earned FreedomYou will not find…
Poems say the most
In a way,That Nothing else can!The whole PanoplyOf Feelings,With just a few wordsThey can Amazingly, scan.
The good words of Poets,
So often, mirrors that don’t disguiseThe frailties of humans, not so wise.So many poems rich and truthful,Words that sometimesOnly occupy a mouthful,But when inspirations rise,Can set the world on fire,Unite more than divide,Thru love, truth and desire,We see higher and higherThat there’s no great divide,No doubt it’s poem magicThat so long has thus survived,Not to…
I have but myself,
Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.
They eat on porcelain dishes,
Never worked a day, judiciousTook a much easier route,Their riches ‘never suspicious’,It’s All Others you must doubt.
Touching,
Into,The most secret fibersOf the human soul,Poetry finds itsFinest hour,And like loveCan rescue,Benefiting us all.