Poetry.
Nothing you can really see,
Pricks inspiration,
Guides the Train to the station,
The poet travels, thru his poem,
To lands and myths unknown,
By mystery woven,
By imagination sown
That try to say so much,
That sometimes even,
With just one image,
Can Heaven touch.
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True Poetry
As do the moving wavesOf the eternal Sea,It can handle all surprises,Love all of humanity,While remaining aboveMalice and indignity.Poetry also risesTo set your mind freeAnd make you feelAll that is real,Worth living forAnd loving more,Opening hearts and emotionsTaking you, if you let it,From here to Eternity.
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?
Enraptured,
The Word Voyager writes,The real and the imaginary coincide,Sometimes collide,In a strange quarry of melancholy,feelings, freedom and pride.
A painting needs
To hang tallAndProject all itsArtistic beauty.And We?we need to learnHow to LoveIn order to neutralizeAll the venom,The serpent gave us,As a gift,When we wereEvicted,From Paradise.
Some Poems
Miracles!No explanationThey just, AREAnd if anythingSurvives,They will,Being Eternity’sStars.
Do we ever know,
What is normal, what is not?Or Who made the rules for what?In a World that’s upside down,Difficult, to wear a crown.
A Feeling
That becomes,
Healing.
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It is for those,
And understand,How poetry flowsThat its wordsAre openly, written,For thoseThat thinkWith a loving heart,Because poetic feelingsShouldn’t be hiddenThey must come to lifeAnd be life giving.
Way into the night
Tirelessly, BeautifullyPoetically,With inspiration,That is what you mightCall, incredibleDedication,Does not do itFor profit,Not at all,For some kind ofSanctification?Some inner dedication?I don’t knowAll I know is thatSuch proliferationMerits gratitudeAnd great admiration!
Saying things differently,
In a liberated universe,A world in verseFeelings and care,Poetry goes,Where no other,Does dare…
Tell me Why?
And for it cry,We must have it,Or we die,Please, oh please,Please, tell me Why?
The simplest verses are the best!
Poems may soar after their birth,Is there a greater joy on Earth?
Dreamers can’t be Schemers,
To tarnish them with mud and hate,Or use them as a crutch.