Some have powers to work hard,
Upgrade our life and land,
But all is based on profit,
And greed is in command,
Pity we can’t play it straight,
And still hold winning hands.
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Never stop questioning,
That is how progress,Will keep us all free.Honestly, Humanly,Democratically.Always go forward,But take from the Past,Good things done well,Are supposed to last.In this whole planet,There’s no one like us,Use your good spirit,To seed love and trust.
Descriptive
Is what many PoemsHold,You have to Love it,Never does grow,Old.
We don’t need Crystal Balls,
We have a dying Country,CORRUPTION at its root.
Sadly trembling
Life slides away,Anyway,And so doThe loveless daysOf far fetched dreamsNever retrieved.Love, so far away,Was never to be foundNever, would it beEmbraced,By destiny,Life scantily lived,Hardly receivedInsufficiently,Achieved,For without loveWe are nothing,A fallen, Autumn leaf,That has committedSuicide,Out of Wintery grief.
Vibrating rhythm
Flowing in wavesWhat comes first?The idea or the rhyme,Or is feeling, the sign?There’s no written orderNor universal formula,Inspiration is magicalAnd just likeTemptation, it happensLike rain fallingOr the miracleOf Love’sIncredible, calling.
Poet,
Juggling Words,Into position.