Rhymes that come and go,
Mysteriously,
Some might say that that’s
A total waste of time!
But for me,
As vital as the air I breath,
Since Poetry is,
The life that’s left,
In me,
And joyfully exists
Extemporaneouly.
Rhymes that come and go,
Mysteriously,
Some might say that that’s
A total waste of time!
But for me,
As vital as the air I breath,
Since Poetry is,
The life that’s left,
In me,
And joyfully exists
Extemporaneouly.
Not in style, not anymore,Belligerent forces, close the door,Mediocrity, not excellence,Is valued, More.With all the computers,And all the smart phones,One can say that most users,Are nothing but drones.
To speak their feelingsOf love tender and so sweet,Eyes that speakTheir own incredible languageThat describes love at its peak.
1,000 Scandals, not enoughTo remove their Roman sandals,And call their bluff,Vile snakes that bite the core,Of Democracy and so much More.! ! !
From falling apart,But when love departs,Or never wasOr left you,There are no words,Nothing on earthCan really mendA broken heart.
To discover HeavenBefore you die,Love does compromiseAnd glorifyTwo lonely SoulsAnd Lives,That like one Rose,Unify.
Do Good!And you’ll have in your hands,The most beautiful Pearls,Ever understood.