Most don’t even know
What Poetry gives
As far as consolation,
To the soul,
Most have never even
Looked closely
At a Rose,
Its true color,
Its abode,
The drops of dew,
Silently, humbly,
Trembling,
Upon, petals sweet,
Daylight’s tears
That compose,
All that can marry,
Poetry to a Rose.
Oh Endless sea!You and meFar reaching,Castles in the sandOf blue toned fantasies,Ever changing, ever youngMysterious silent filter,Where all life has onceBegun.Since forever, you inspireDreams of emerald fantasiesSailing, sailingDeep blue waters,Inspiration, blue translationInto waves of poetry.
Getting, getting, getting awayFrom life’s realityIts noisy traffic,In a poetic way.Looking for peaceAnd calming daysWhere twilight is easyBrings night, peaceful sleepHoping, hoping that the new dayWill not bring back memoriesOf dreams that did not stay,Those that were never possibleAnyway,Those that were always,Out of reachAnd too far away,Where love was cradled.But never did stay,Where love just…
Poetry can’t just beGlanced at,You’ve gotTo feel itMore than justRead it.
Real Love, cannot go farther.
Like the pussy catAnd the owl,Went to Sea,Happily,So care free,Love is simply,Heavenly.Just a Rhyme,To waste time,Sometimes Poets,Idiots be,Let off steam,In some stupidity,Feeling good,Felling free.
Educate yourselfTry to find the truthOr at least,What things are allAbout.Do not live in ignorance,There’s were EvilFinds it’s ‘shout’You shout louderWith the truthThat you’ve found out.
