Obeying no written
Laws,
Desired by many
But just by
A few blessed, caught,
Who have no way
To buy it,
Because it can’t be
Taught or Bought.
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Fear is a terrible thing!
And ash,That keeps you fromGoing forward,Out of fearOf a deadly, Crash!I could have loved youBut I didn’t!Out of fear, and cowardiceAnd that I willRegret,All the rest of my life,For the deepest feelingIn life was then,Forever missed.
Life,
Prevail.Love,Who can lift your veil?And then,There we are,Poets,Gazing at the StarsWasting TimePutting together idealsAnd Life’s puzzles,With words, feelingsAnd dreams that reel,As if with That,It might be possibleTo make Happiness stream.Finally,For all of us,Things are what they are,And not what they seemNor what we thinkThey should be,We only imagineFelt impressions,Like in a poet’s dream.
So sweet, the music
No normal soul,Its melodiesCan easily resist,And floutingDancing,With its wordsSometimes,We even canSo slightly,FeelA little tremorThat momentarily,The lonelinessFrom hearts,Makes disappear.
Poet, you’d better hope
That you keep on looking for Heaven,Even though it’s never found.
Now men and women go around,
The new hunt,Insidious and blunt,Not merely a publicity stunt,Killing respect, honor, religion,Swatting them down, as if they were flies,Making a mockery of what was once right!Today, only vulgar atrocities seem to flyWhile respect, love and honorGo out the window,As if they were a bag of hot fries.As all decency dies!
The right to write
The deepest feeling, yetIt’s like a rose,Petals unfold,The morning gold,The love, you’llNot forget.
Poetry flows
In this magic manner,
Feelings more than words
Ties that tie
To the human herd
Poetry, verse
Never dividing
Uniting,
While love
Throughout the Universe
Is felt and heard.
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You better speak up!
Fight!Now!And not by impeachingLegality and a greatPresident,In every way,Because otherwise,The CountryAnd everything,Democratic and DecentWill disappearEven the dignityOf being humanWill be taken awayLike they didTo the defenseless, JewsWhen Hitler wasThe Deep StateAnd the Nazis held HellIn their handsAnd used it!In a most horrific way!
We all have,
In us.For some it staysIn others,It becomes much thinner,But in the end,Like it or not,We are all,Poetic Sinners.
So far away,
We Love each other!At night,The light,That loves the day,Seems far away,Yet slowly gathers,Upon the sky,To not deny,That Light in Love so matters.Yes, Love is Light,And being close,It certainly does matter,Just fluid Hearts,Cannot connect,For distance really shatters,True Love does spiritually live,But presence makes it fonder,Becoming then and only then,Your heart’s most precious wonder.
I’d love to have a baby Owl,
With their little crooked noses,And those eyes that say:‘Hoo, Me? ‘I saw a baby Owl,Bathing in a cup,I smiled and laughed,So very much,I really couldn’t stop!I’d love to have that baby,One I could call my own,In harmony, we’d live and be,And never feel alone.
Some people have beautiful,
Like Scarlett O’Hara, without which,Her home, Tara,Would have never, been the same.All those, whose name is RoseMust feel, velvety supremeClose to Nature and composed,Maria is Spanish for MaryWho was told,She was quite contraryAt least, that’s howHer nursery rhyme goes,Bette stands for, DavisThe greatestDramatic Star of all AgesAnd so on and so on,Maybe your name is…
Have I ever reached you,
Have I ever placed youIn my wildest schemes?Have I ever wished you,To be by my side?As life quickly passes,And we’re left behind,Have I ever dreamt you,In my arms so tight?That when we awakened,We were Lover’s LightHave I ever told you,That when out of sight?Life is just a torment,And an endless fright,Have I ever told you?That…
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Does not heed
Just to desire,
Alone.
What moves it,
What transpires?
Is the great,
Unknown.
It can’ be forced
Just by desire,
Nor artificially
Performed,
But when it happens
Angeles’ choir,
Makes you feel
You have come home.
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I an upside-down world,
And most goose-stepping people,Can’t seem to be able to think,On their ownOr even do the right thing.
Red munching mouths,
As Movie Viewers’Waistlines, Pop!
Don’t hold back your passion,
Let it be understood,Let it invade your every pore,Let it be your light, your sun,Do not ration,Feelings,Feel as you never felt before,At least for a few moments,You will have opened,Joy’s secret door.Passion, a part of Life,We should adore.
True Art does not know old,
In living beauty,In poems told,In all that’s love,Not bought, not sold.
All good actors
For they’re able,To make you believeWhat isn’t true, is true,Who they are, but aren’t,Believe you me,Playing an eternal game of‘I can fool you constantly’,For centuries such trickery,As far back, as we can see.This world is madeOf fools like you and I,But only crooks can get to putMud in your eye,The game of politics, a trap,They…
A poem can be sad
Cheerfully or mournful,But never, indifferent!Emotion and clarityMust be presentTo reach its goal,Which is sincereSelf inner-expressionTo be sharedWith one and All.
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From a breeze
That passes by,
Inspiration from an hour
Wasted, looking at the sky,
Inspiration from love story
That was doomed,
Right from the start
All the pain and love and glory
That is felt within the heart,
From the memories of those feelings
That sometimes tear us apart,
Yet there’s something very magical
In remembering love that’s past
Those sweet moments when all glory
Had been yours, but did not last.
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It’s what you put out
Not your wishesOr silly mounts,Following crowdsNot good accounts,Be original,Think, don’t mount,The wrong trainAnd from the Mountain shoutWhat’s in your heart,That makes you proud.
It’s terrible
One political partyOne Nation,Tries and pretendsTo hold the absolute truth,Allowing no opposition,Only their position is correctIt does not give room for expansionDifferent opinions, free thinkingLife becomes obtuse, strangledDull whited, unintelligent.Progress, creativity mangledThinking and Truth censured.Perhaps a fate worse than deathFor those who have known,Democracy’s light,And its noble quest,Be alert!Political forces are at workTo stifle your…
Poetry,
It sooths me,It keeps me saneIn an insane world,It opens doors,Never bores,Communicates,It’s with me always,Poetic voyage,That takes me,To the brim of happiness,Saving me from darkness,Keeps me breathing,Keeps me living,Was my first love,And will be my last,Always with me,Unending love,Universally vast.
Tell me a poetic story,
Nothing seems to announce new glory,World keeps splitting at the seams.Tell me a poetic story,Full of hollywoodian dreams,When Romantic films were glory,And real Love had self esteem,When the purity of caring,Seemed to be within our heart,And we admired Beauty, sharing,Blessings, of true works of Art.
There are so many things
That we can’t explain,Above AllThe loss of a loved one,The Pain,That Forever with you,Will remain.
Left or right,
History proves,We’re quite a sore, impoverished sight,Where Logic long has taken flight.Right or Left,Religious or not,We all drink out,Of the same rotten Pot.