False promises, always, just couldn’t care less,
If the Country progresses or is in distress,
Whatever he touches becomes a big mess.
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Just like that,
Who says Miracles don’t exist,When Love, the greatest one of all,Can burst, spontaneously,Without a call,Not wanting even to impress,Born from a look, a slight caress!And suddenly you see the dawn!And suddenly you are reborn!Poetry is very much like this,Without you calling,It exists,Come out of where?Some hidden mists,That lifts and shows,A naked Soul,Your life’s long list,And…
We live in a World
Of false gloryWhere fantasyAnd stories,Are king!But does it reallyMatter?If imaginationAnd emotion make usHappy,Who are weTo question,The reason and whereforeOf Everything!
Here is a poem
Enjoy its wordsIf they are rightRegard its imageJoin its flight,And learn that loveGives life, its mightTraveling furtherInto light,And don’t forgetTo give a smileTo those alone,To those abandonedIn life’s trialSometimes a poemOpens doorsTo feelingsNever felt before,If they are goodThen make them yours,Spiritual richnessAs bequeathedBy just a poem,Nothing, else.
Went on a writing
Told I was on theFringeDidn’t Care!Getting successfullySingedWas for me,Holiday, ware.
The more I live
That all is weirdAnd out of line,Most things we really can’t explain,Our efforts being quite in vain,So we invent what we don’t knowFor some poor souls to think it’s so.
Poetry,
When lonelinessIs at its height,And Stars, converseWith mortals,About Love.