And yet, Life Flows,
Different in many zones
But always wanting to know,
Where we come from
And where our lives go.
Mystery of Mysteries,
Will we ever know?
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To love and be loved,
A little affection,To carry on,And not go thru life,In a loveless trance,Is that really,Too much for us to ask?Of Life’s disarrayed,And crazy dance?
I always loved
Your principals,Not for hireYour feelingsGood and fine.I would have lovedTo have met youBut that good luckWas never mineAlthoughMysteriously,InexplicablyYou’ve neverLeft my heartNor left my mindI know, deep downSomeone like youIn reality’s omission,Cold precision,I shall never find.
What is it about Poetry,
Like Cupid’s Life-Giving arrow,Love turns Poetry into Art
I cleaned a corner of my mind,
And yet deep memories, of a kind,Keep binding me to You,To You, my Life and ever Love,Torn from me with such pain,Lost in the shivering fog of Time,With You, I shall remain.
I’m a Poet Hunter,
I can kill a poem,Just to have some fun.We are unarmed Hunters,Won’t you join us now,Use imagination,We will teach you how,Open up your good heart,Love will enter then,Imagery will follow,Sounds of ecstasy,And before you know it,You’ll have Poetry.
Prose is like ‘Eau de Cologne’,
Poetry, is essence, Perfume,Concentrated, delightThat tries to reach the rootsAnd know, all that there is to knowAbout the Tree of Life.