Made up,
Of Tender Things,
Cultivating, goodness
So Enamored
With that Kindness
That only love
Can bring.
Life could be so beautiful
If ugliness,
Meanness and unkindness,
Stopped!
Love could then take over
Permanently,
And dreams would never
Stop.
Yes, I know,
It can only be
Like this in
Poetry,
But Poets,
Are still Dreamers.
And lets hope that
Never Stops!
Blue Planet, we know but one,Take care of it’s Beauty,If strangled, we’re done.
That ordinary poetsCannot do,Your song is likeThe Nightingale’sAlways excellent,Full of feeling,Immensely, appealingAlways prominentFull of beauty,As you reign over usWrapped in a cloakOf exquisite talentAnd resonanceThat so generously,Gets thru.We all are differentAnd differently made,But when it comesTo Poetry,I know yours,Will never fade.
The better the World,To scrutinize,You said I was wise,But how do you know,I know my head,From my great big toe.However, very grateful for such A Compliment!
Our lives hang,From one thread,Spider web, thin.And yet we go on,Groping in the dark,Of our useless existence,Like Autumn LeavesWaiting to Fall.
It doesn’t work.You try to find, the TruthYou’re just a jerk,You try to understandWhat’s going on,No magic wandYou try to live in Peace,Another Planet, please.
Of Life in Beauty’s prime,Ragged nations, tragic stations,Blood of helpless in our path,Greatest Crime of human wrath,Never ending, never past,Will you thus forever last?
