She gives me a certain youthful glow,
She’s the closest friend I’ll ever know,
She’s the one that said, and meant it too,
Life is nothing to me, without you.
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Some poets live
Where Poetry,Is!Exists,Only to be lovedAnd shared,As a heart-throbbingMiracleOf It!Happy is the poetThat, becauseOf this fulfillingInextinguishable,Pure love,Is never reallyAlone,And only livesTo adore,The beauty of..Poetry’s living soul.
Words are my treasure,
A precious flower,From where meanings stem,So I respect them,And I try to mold,A new adventure,That is brave and bold,From each thought,That is freely told.
The Forces of Evil
Reinforced by a PartyThat says that forDivision, They possess,A Magic Wand,Steadily, SteadilyWell organizedAnd planned,They unfortunatelyAre Marching On!Today its the StatuesIndiscriminately,Destroyed!Tomorrow,Law and order,Shamelessly,Attacked,Then a DictatorshipIs presumably electedHeaded by a Court JesterWith anti-nationalDestructive, gesturesWorking at itFor years!We will never againBe, as One.We become a NationDefeated!‘With Liberty and JusticeFor None! ‘Demolition, positionedThen we all can liveWithout Hope,Without a…
We look for love,
Maybe a muffled cry,Maybe in some forgotten land,Where Roses go to die,Where home is not you’re home,You’re soul is not your own,You’re staring at the livid sand,Knowing you’re all alone.One love I had,That made me glad,But had a heart of stone,You cannot love an aching dream,Someone you’ve never known.
I had a nice day,
It was Artistic through and through,Some ‘sillies’ I wrote,Were not for a quote,I thought of Bette Davis,Piano love, George Gershwin, too,His music always a win-win,Especially, Rhapsody in Blue.My limbs felt the emotion,Of the Spirit from above,All stupid human commotion,Far away from me today,And I felt a new Emotion,That the World had gone away.
Who are we, really,
Do we ourselves knowIf we are stardust,Or just dirty, melting snow?We all wear masks,It’s not convenientFor others our secrets to knowNor how far we can really go!