I feel as sad as December,
Memories, all by myself.
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Together,
Of good WillBe that LightUp on the hill,Open Doors,Put an End,To Hateful Wars!
Where is the lie?
With all our technical advancesWe still remainIn the same biased,Deaf and mute,One sidedUncommunicative,Telephone booth.Politicians of all times,Kings and Communists, alikeThat take your time and dimesHave never been held accountableFor their perfidy and crimes,As innocents, are madeTo pay with their work and their lives,For all the liesOn which all governmentsStrive and survive.
What hides behind,
What does the mindPerceive as true?When we readWhat has been written,How can we really know,What’s meant to brew?For language,Even for the writerReflects, not always argument,Ambiguity in language,Never totally absent.
Speak up!
Feel what is rightFor you and others.Truth, has special appeal,The sunshine of clarity,The essence of tolerance,The opening of understanding,And a Song that is RightThat only,The love in Poetry can write.Individualism,Democracy,Freedom,The right to speak up,And in dignity existAre our greatest gifts,Take care of them,Defend them,Preserve themFrom dictatorial hitsThank the heavensThat in America,They still persist!And Save Them,BravelyFrom…
At moments,
And then,Even without realizing it,Desperately, loved you.I suppose,There are differentKinds of desperate loves,Those you can’t leave behind,And forgetAnd those you can’t live without.In both cases, its hard not toCry and shout!
There is something so soothing about Verse
A caressing, consoling touch,Maybe that is, why I lovePoetry, so much!