Their inner Life with others,
Most gents don’t care,
And If they’re there,
They hardly like each other.
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There is love of beauty,
That baroque does not provoke,As beautiful is the lily,As the towering, stately oak.
One piece here,
My life scattered everywhere,Sullen thoughts,Gray days caughtIn a wind, cold and bare.Others have,Dreams that scare,But for me,I’m not there,Got to run,Doors now close,Nowhere, grows,Now detachingFrom surroundings,In the darkness,Nothing grows.
Do words make a difference?
Since you never stop talkingAnd giving wrong accounts,False and slimy politiciansOwe the Lied-to of the World,A very large amount.
Poetry!
Regardless ofRuthless timesAnd sadness had,Please bring out,The very best in usThe Love, the GoodnessThe Beauty, the TruthThe Wisdom,We are supposed to have,The humanity we’ve lost,Along the wayAnd never again found,Bless us with your musicHeaven bound,Give us the Peace,That we were meant to haveMake us whole againAs we were meant to be,Please,Long Live Poetry!
I tried to do
But Life’s not alwaysWhat it should,You play at Life’sUnknown rouletteThe trouble isSo many timesWe make,Such bad,Incongruous bets.
Bye, bye the USA,
No more, From Shore to Shore,Just Shame will come you’re way,This is the saddest day,A Country great you were,Corruption, ate your Soul,And threw your Heart away.