And substitute instead,
A Red Rose with a dew-drop tear.
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The Earth has been blessed
Literary timesEven Biblical times,And in all culturesBy Poets,Angels without wings,That care about us,Look after usBy writing good thingsThat have to do,With friendship, loveAnd human links,So that we don’t forgetWho we are,How and Why we belongTo the human familyOf Nations.Poets cry for HumanityThey see everythingAnd their poems are flowersPlanted in Time,That will not wiltNeed no water,Just…
In the spirit of humanity,
And it will never die!Woven lace of feelingsThat sometimes, even,Softly,Makes you cry.
A sad Wind, sings of Yesterday,
Taking our dreams, taking our Loves,For nothing can forever stay,In Life’s short voyage,Come what may,Everything sadly sails away.And we are left upon the shore,Thinking our Past, that is no more.
Life could be
Made up,Of Tender Things,Cultivating, goodnessSo EnamoredWith that KindnessThat only loveCan bring.Life could be so beautifulIf ugliness,Meanness and unkindness,Stopped!Love could then take overPermanently,And dreams would neverStop.Yes, I know,It can only beLike this inPoetry,But Poets,Are still Dreamers.And lets hope thatNever Stops!
Perfumed Beauty,
A Rose is notA rose,It is Perfection’sVice.
Love makes you free,
That Love can be,Your friend in need,That plants the Seed,Of your Eternity.