The words of love you say to me,
Amazing velvet, lovingly.
You’re voice, your words,
So dearly heard,
Remain inside my heart,
A secret of love’s mystery,
Where voice plays such a part.
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Magic
Something magic happens,When you write poetically,Doors just seem to open,Spirit, feeling free.Something seems to flower,Inside, poetically,And it makes you happyAnd you are where you have to be.
If masks would fall,
Runny make up,Of Hypocrisy.Of politicians,Lies do scare,Devil’s precision,Always there.Wish I could vote,To send them all,Back to the holes,From whence they crawled.Like locust ravishing it all,They hope you’ll vote,As not to stall,All their shenanigans.So go and vote,Then sit and see,How lies become,True infamy.
Imagine,
Were the same,Just learned that not even the Earth’s rotations,Are each time, the same,So why should all the people,And all the nations,Be lame, brain washed robots,All the same?Their personalities maimed,To serve some 2cent tinkered with dictator,Of socialist fame,Manipulation is not education.No two blades of grass,No two leaves of the same tree,Are the same,So why should…
A strange World be,
Where do’s and don’ts,Mingle with won’ts,And possibilities.Our inner world,That’s toppled, twirled,With inexorable,Inabilities.A strange World be,Personally,This inner, tragedy,Goes back and forth,Mysterious force,Without considering,What’s of ‘Me’?What makes it live?Willing to strive?Wanting serenity?The holding hands,The magic wands,That like white swans,Look for Eternity.It’s love we search,Fulfillment’s perch,Our wings to put to rest,In one embrace,That’s filled with grace,Our whole world…
You’re made of ice
And Yes,I love you still!Your charming skillsYour thrill at willYour everlasting smile,That melts awayAll that I say,But stillA fool am I,To writeThese lines,And even smileI’ve known this truthNot only for a while.What can I do,I love you, tooWhich indicates,That love’s a stateYou can’t control,And so completelyOut of line.
Poetry is like a prayer,
It can be a guiding light,In the darkness of your night.Poetry is like a Rose,Open petals do compose,Musical, poetic thought,New Worlds, creativity,All the secrets of the Sea.Poetry is at its best,When Love makes a loving nest,To respect all living things,And embrace the joy Love brings.