With its notes, the music of language,
Drills deep, knows no fences,
Senses, the lingering mystery,
Behind all creative lenses.
Oh Language, Oh Language,
Oh Poetry, Oh Music!
I never tire of your consequences,
Forever surprising and thrilling,
Our most sensitive nerve endings.
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Communicate,
With appeal,Do what is good,What is real,Live for the Truth,Understood,Thank your sweet stars,And do good,Work for World peace,We all should.
Many poets,
Live by night,Like Dracula and bats,Am I saying somethingThat will shake upThe annals of PoetryOr a scientific fact?Those with answersPlease send statsTo the Count’s, habitatThank you,For your kind attentionAnd that’s that.
What does it mean to be free?
Or you like me’We can still be friends,Get along in harmony,Show mutual respect,Even if we think, differently.Minds have to be open,In order to be free,So please if you want,True openness to progress,Don’t make yourself ‘more’While those that are different,‘Less’Only Tolerance makes us progress,Love more and hate less.
The minutes pass,
Of Venetian glass,So transparentAnd so sweet,Hand blown,Architecturally, perfectAnd with diamonds sownSo that when you ownThe gem of LoveYou’re the richest personWithout a doubt.Please don’t questionAny of the above,Just love, love and love.A poet’s wordsYou have to feelAnd that also,For Romantics,Has great appeal.
If anyone here,
Can explain human behaviorThe reasons why,We act so slyAnd behave the way we do,I’ll consider themNot strangersBut instead, our human saviors,That deciphered our behaviorAnd can make us start anew.
Poets work like ants,
Looking for mountains to climb,Peaks of imagination, to clearTo do some good,To change the dance,To sing our song,Promote our stance.Do you think we still have a chance?Perhaps, maybe it’s not too late,The last thing you lose is Hope,So well hidden in Pandora’s box,But still the best we’ve got,We are Americans, we don’t give up!