Being a ‘groupie’,
Brings on so much stress,
Better to be,
Your own persona,
Than not know how to live,
With yourself,
So know and better yourself,
Let your imagination fly,
Become friends with the Sky,
And you’ll never be lonely
As the days, yawn by.
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The poetic essential
Not to missThe mark,Of the spark,That inspiredAnd lit,Your poetic kiss.
I’m tired of being lonely,
Of just drifting along,In this world of disgrace.I’m tired of being lonely,Of not seeing your face,Of walking alone,At a much slower pace.I’m tired of being lonely,In a World, I don’t know,A grain of sand in the ocean,A footprint in the snow.
You write,
For life?Probably,But in a much moreHumane wayThan the branding iron’sScarlet letter.Poetry in the poetLeaves its markNot escapable,Only, writableOften you may writeA poem, simply by feelHaving joyous, appealFulfilling you,Mellifluously, entirelyFascinating, words appearLike magic doves,Flying from magician’s hatYour poem sings melodically,Euphorically,Maybe claiming other soulsThat want to see, to feelWhat you see and giveAs the doors to dreams…
America, America,
With ketchup bells,Stale French fried smells,And dill kosher pickles,All ready to go.
I’m sensitive to words,
Silences don’t set well,Language is a quenching well,Where the waters of sentiment flow,Where intelligence can glow,It has brought us forth from darkness,To the embracement of civilization,From the Stone Age,Made us into great Nations,Do not let this Light,Be buried in the damnation,Of the barbarous, savage throws,Of incomprehension, that knows,No civilized orientation.Intelligence and Language,Plus human feelings,Of compassion…
Moods,
They make you sadThey make you mad,But love,You must know by now,Is the deepest of vowsThe very best you have,Or will ever, have had.