Reaching hands, never concealing
What they know and will have known,
Poets have no dome.
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How would you define,
‘Beware, beware,Global Warming,Greatest threat,Same sex marriage,A sure bet,Iran is a peace loving nation,You bet, they’re all set,Superior education,Liberal threat,Law and order,No respect, must upset,What happened to this Nation?Soon we’ll all regret.’
We want approval of the fittest,
We want the love that we were promised,Even, if by being human,We can’t always get it right.
There are dark secrets
That deep inside you,You, yourself, hold,Sad and bold,Dark and cold,But only yours,Those,Kept forever secretNever, never told.
Creating mood,
Acts of literaryPhilanthropy,Written kind deeds,Wellbeing, breedsPoetry and Song,Paves the way,To a world unknown,Where there is so muchTo feel and sayWhen it is done,In poetry’s blessed,Artistic way,A bit of Heaven opens upOr at leastThat’s what poets say.
Life is not fair,
So much is Fraud,At all of us, hurled!
Never thought I could be free
But that’s what writing’s done for me,When I write, I’m totally Free, I’m me.