Movements that beauty win,
Moving in melodious sin
Of delight,
Reaching Heaven’s Height.
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When the Poet’s soul is moved,
It gushes forth,Obedient, to no rule,It’s some undefinedForce,That does it.Like the unravelingOf a golden spool,Could it be Love,That does it?
Depending what I feel,
Back and forth, forth and back,Words have their deep appeal,We live in our todays,But days long past are there,We are the whole array,Of what we are and were,We know well that in Life,There is no Status Quo,What was there yesterday,Will transit and will go,No matter what we do,We can’t bring back the past,The happiness we…
Great minds, great hearts
Take care of themBe smart,Do not mistreat,Take them apart,Not too many,If any.
I love you, Poetry,
You flow in me like new blossoms,Pink and red and full of Love.With you, life is never quiet,I have music, I have rhythmAnd blue hope in skies above.I navigate thru Life’s Ocean,With your help and at my side,For without you, I’m still waterJust an ocean without, tideJust a shadow with no smile.If without you, I…
Dreamers,
But theyCan change the worldIf imaginativeCreativity,Rules.
Poets cry, so why can’t I?
But, I feel for all those,That have died, in vain,For a World that doesn’t even care,If there is Justice or despair.Oh my tears could fill the Sea,World, full of Hypocrisy.