Is Poetry still read aloud?
Is recitation still allowed?
Are poets living on a cloud?
Just to escape an angry crowd.
I know not what the answers are,
Poems seem something rare and far,
21st Century, misfits,
As our society falls to bits.
Is Poetry still read aloud?
Is recitation still allowed?
Are poets living on a cloud?
Just to escape an angry crowd.
I know not what the answers are,
Poems seem something rare and far,
21st Century, misfits,
As our society falls to bits.
Happiness and sorrow all in one,But Life’s sweetest battle won.
The mystery that lies,In all communication.Looks,That say so much,Caress and even touch,The Heart’s,Deepest palpitations.
That if they were made out of gold,The whole world could be bought.
Becoming, total and complete,Spiritual satisfaction.
It can’t be cut out or eliminated,It just stagnates,In thin smoky-grey cloudsThat don’t rain or alleviate,The sadness it shouts out.,
And at no charge,For this business,No tariffs,Involved.