And wrong things last so long,
Life is complex and not easy,
Happiness a fleeting song,
Loneliness an empty dome,
Love the best thing you can own.
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To like is not to love
You do not like your enemyWhom you will never loveNo matter what is taughtNor what people will try to sayPlease, lets not be hypocritesAnd pretend, we love ‘everyone’All the time, and every single day.
Once upon an Absurd World,
And from the thickest mud was born,The loveliest Flower ever known.We too from clay and mud are born,We must then sculpt ourselves in form,Becoming what we know is best,Creative Love and Tenderness.
From the infinitly tiny,
Poetry can do this,Sometimes, with just one rhyme.
Fakes are Fakes,
So voting people do wake up,And see the truth,Before it is too late,Your Liberty’s at stake!
We are a ‘Nation of Laws’, he said,
He endlessly lied,The Country defied,Democracy died,At his station,Seeming oblivious to promises made,He was totally unable,To carry Truth and make stable,Any part of the Nation.
Why do we write Poetry?
Is it to stamp our wee voice,In the Universe of our choice?Or to live in a make believe world?Where nothing is real, only absurd.