Lending others a hand,
This is not charity but encouragement,
For what made this country great,
Was creativity, entrepreneurship, bravery,
Believing in better days, working hard,
Taking a chance, building dreams,
Reaching mountains, sewing seams,
Wanting to make lives better,
Never let this dream grow old,
Be controlled, by black hearted feudal lords,
Do not let the handcuffed story of the Middle Ages,
Ever in this brave and bright new country take a hold.
But better tis, not to write any quizThat makes intelligence frownFor the danger is, the Poet may look,Like a silly, stupid clown.
And it is the vision,Of our earthly peace.If you Love me always,Then, I’ll be at peace,But without you, dearest,Pain will never, cease.Love is my religion,Prayers are newly found,But I am so lonely,If you’re not around.Love is my religion,Poetry, my soul,Music, is completionBrings together, AllLove, music, creation,Summit, Elevation,Purity, doth speak,Deeply, in my religion,As Love with emotion,Reaches…
Ever to be written,Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Anabelle Lee’Love, as only love,Should be,For they ‘Loved with a loveThat was more than love, ‘He and his Anabelle Lee,The fusion, of souls,The ultimate goalCaptivating allThat life should be,Irreplaceable Ecstasy.
And sometimes out of the absurd,Come singing birds, flying thrills,Moonlight bursting,Daffodils,Magic fountains,Grandiose mountains,Thirst for beauty,As poet wills.
They can sense the Universe,And then explain it all
If you can answer,Please do.Because, I can’tEven if I wantedTo.Love is blindTightly Bound,By such mysteriousFeelingsThat for, the inexplicable,Many timesThe right words,Don’t existOr can’t be ever found.
