And sometimes out of the absurd,
Come singing birds, flying thrills,
Moonlight bursting,
Daffodils,
Magic fountains,
Grandiose mountains,
Thirst for beauty,
As poet wills.
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We want instant gratification
Well, it doesn’t work that wayWe must chip away at what we do,Patiently, Carefully, with Love,To be able to reach fartherFor one step taken on a ladder,Does not get you to the top.
I want to say things
I want to make others feel,The Beauty, Love that thisWorld has in its core,That the true Artist can reflect,In painting, poetry, theaterAnd so much more,But, I can’t! For I amToo insignificantly, SmallEven though I’ve tried,Many times before,The true Creative SpiritIs so much more…..
What does it mean to be free?
Or you like me’We can still be friends,Get along in harmony,Show mutual respect,Even if we think, differently.Minds have to be open,In order to be free,So please if you want,True openness to progress,Don’t make yourself ‘more’While those that are different,‘Less’Only Tolerance makes us progress,Love more and hate less.
All of this Life,
for Nothing,So many speciesAnd flowers and trees.When just by breathing,Our carbon footprints,Diminish,The once, everlasting,Ocean breeze.
There is something inexplicable
All these years togetherAnd I still love you,Like a childLoves the dawn of life,With all its hopesAnd all its strife.I love you,Till the day I dieAnd maybe,Who knows?Maybe,Even after,Then….
When with you,
GlowingAll over, the placeThis LoveHas no face,Just Grace,Its calledPoetry.
And Want!
And once we Have,
We destroy
That,
That gave us
What we wanted
And thought
We could not have.
Eternal paradoxes
Are we,
More and more
Irrational,
And therefore,
Much less free.
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What will be liked
That is the artist’s plightAnd lack of light,But still he plungesThru the creative doorHoping and prayingTo get it right!With artistic courageAs love,Never giving up!
Once upon a story tender,
Love appears and floods the heart,At that moment, no contender,Life in Love become our center,Our existence has its start.Where there’s Life there must be Love,For if not the radiant color,Of The Rose becomes the pallor,Of a Phantom in the dark.Where there’s Life there must be Love,We must truly there surrender,Grasp of Love each dying ember,For…
What is it about Poetry?
Is it because,Your secrets it knows,Sooths you, as it goes,When you cry,And in realityYou don’t even know Why.< br>y
We were so close, even though we had never met,
In Life you don’t always want,What life wants you to get,I feel myself going into a haze,A painful life-threatening daze,Goodbye, Adieu,I always asked, ‘Why are we here? ‘,WHY? ? ?Does it really matter if we live or die?
Ah, the depth and charm,
That only Love can satisfy,Loving you is like idolatryAnd after all this time,I still don’t even knowExactly, why?
You are so meaningful to me,
And I dream you in every song,A Love like this,Can never be wrong.
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In making it happen,
Even if it doesn’t exist,
But is that not the way
That Dream Hunters,
Alleviate pain,
Fighting depression,
Abuse, injustice
With pen,
Instead of fist.
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What a poem can express,
With just a few words,A whole lifetime of feelingsYou can scan,Lifetime, feelings, wordsPaper, pen, blend,From beginning to end.
Art helps us
Sensations given,Open doors,Imagination triggers,FlightTo unknown WorldsOf pure delight.
Life gives,
In a second, in a minute,In a day,Will it really help,If I pray?
If you have no good feelings
Then you have no soul,And if you have no soulYou’re not a person at all.
How and Why
A poet?You’re guessIs as goodAs mine,All I knowIs that,At momentsThe non-materialisticSatisfaction,Is more thanSublime!
What can I do?
It was ment to be,You’re my Destiny.Like the wave loves the Sea,Like the gull must be free,Like our blood has to flow,Like the Wind has to blow,And all trees have to grow,You are part of my soul,You’re my heart’s melody,Like the cry of the Sea,You’re my life’s Symphony,You’re my life’s Mystery,My Divine Destiny.