The purity of feather goes together,
With the purity sought,
By fallen man,
Once his soul was lost.
Oh Swan,
Could I ever aspire,
To describe the desire,
Of saying what you really are?
The everlasting pure white choir,
Of a floating star.
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You’ve got some poetic engine!
And a lot of talent.All that makes,From the startA Poet a Poet.Lucky those that findYour magic words,That can see, appreciateThe beauty of your heart,Your feelings and soul.I know you will go farReaching, for the starsMaking them into versesOf artistic lovelinessAnd spiritual healing,For the pleasure of us all,And a blessing for our hearts.
There are limits to how much,
When you try to obliterate,Their rights and liberty,Manipulate.The American People said,‘That’s Enough’Wool can’t be pulled,Forever over the eyes,Of everyone that cries,‘We have been fooled,And we’ve had enough’,Only fools and blind politicians,Keep completely out of touch!
Hold me, hold me,
Now that I’ve found you,I have to let you know,That, I never thoughtYou existed,And yetI loved you so.
More than words and thoughts,
Like no other force on Earth,It can send you’re heart a-reeling!
Don’t know ‘no’ more,
Negative score,Going strong,Upside-Down cake,Blow your horn21st Century’s,Historic scorn.In the World of the AbsurdNothing’s right,And all is tornAll our morals,Short or longHave been trampledLike in Storm,Now no longer,Right or wrong,All Fools Sing,Disaster’s Song!
It is the little joys that count,
A summer seashore splendid breeze,Then holding hands as sweethearts do,Love is so grand when felt by two,When Love is there, the whole world sings,Worth more than all material thingsIn life it is what mostly countsThe joy supreme, the happiness.That does all life totally bless.