In between the lines,
Not just
What it reads.
Poetry is
Looking at the moon,
The ocean, the trees
But seeing more
Than, the eye can see.
Poetry is an ambiance
That lives,
In your personality.
Poetry is,
You and me
When love appears
Suddenly.
Poetry is a Music,
Beautifully strong,
Melody,
Singing,
Forever free.
Poetry is
A desperate rose,
An Eternal fragrance,
Fantasy.
Poetry is
The Sounding Sea,
Blue, immense,
Inspiring,
Endlessly.
Poetry is
A feeling that lives,
Sometimes beyond,
Rationality.
Poetry envisions,
The greatest ideals,
With a Love that saves,
With a Love that heals.
Finally,
Poetry is
Personal love,
Come from some place,
We know nothing of.
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So many fine Poets,
Hope everyone realizes,That as long as there is Poetry,Men of good will,Will continue Life’s Fight.
So many things,
Why we are here,Nor where we go?We seem to liveWithin a mist a Mist,With open arms,But then clenched fistLife’s full of quantic mysteries,Some Logic others, LunacyAnd yet we thinkWe’re really free!
In Poetry,
All comes together,Life, Loving, Mystery,Infinity,Happiness, Peace,Fulfillment,Doesn’t get any better.
Truth
Nor acceptedTill it is tooLate,When hate andDestructive forcesHave already,Burned HopeAt the stakeIn endless,Human mistakes…
How do you paint a feeling?
Drive it,Perfect itHide it,Keep on feelingIt forever,Ride it into infinity,Name it,Blame itKeep it secret,Passionately deprived,This never ending feelingThat helps you stay alive.I have a mild suspicion,That once upon a time,In some wild omission,And without anyone’s permissionSomeone called it Love.
I shall love you
Where you exist only for meIn such precious harmony.I shall love youWith the depths of emerald seasIntensely, deeply, totally.I shall love youFor the whole rest of my lifeFor only you are worth this love,That even, secretly,And so deep inside of me,Is never quite enough.
Sentiments, reeling
Flying imagination
Loving temptation.
Of the Soul, consolation
Of the mind, liberation!
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The Camera,
What it can tell!Living stories,Unforgettables,When directed, acted,and written well.
Rabble Rousers
Power, powerIs their prizeWatch your libertyDemise,More they promiseLess you’ll getIt’s ironic,You can betOn how easilyPoliticians,Do forget…
They still remain in their posts,
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.! ! !
Can anything compare
Miraculous and terse,Emotionally nursed,All calming thirstNothing left bareWith only Love,To ever share.
They fell in love
Communicating, ecstasy,A New found World,Remarkably,That went beyondAll fantasy.They loved each other,Thru their words,Most happinessThey’d ever heardTheir hands extendedBy the wind,Would touch, invisiblyThe Souls, within.A Love so pure,That never sinned,A Love so deepThat only HeavenWould be fit to keep.
Vampires,
Feudal lords, is anything different for your serfs?Manipulated and strangulated,The people pay the price,Of the misuse of power,From the lowest hut,To the highest, tower.Will it ever change?
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You can’t shake it,
Falsify it,
Or fake it.
Like Autumn Leaves,
Poems may fall,
But it takes the heart,
To authenticate them,
All.
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A confusing life it is,
In the arms of our pettiness,We miss,So much of real conclusion.We try to arrangeAnd pick up sticks,The answers to confusionAnd at the end,We all have missedThat Life’s but an Illusion.
I’m tired now,
Of this weird Life,So full of stuff,You toil and sweat,You take all bets,And at the End,It’s all regrets,The empty hands,The loveless nights,The chilling fog,‘Turn off the Lights’
A cold chill of loneliness
Artificial CommunicationsAre here to stay!As we moveFarther and farther, Away!From each other…
A Poet’s Eye can look mystery,
The secrets of Life defy,Feelings satisfy,And still remain quite sane.
Blue the sky
Blue this lonelyLife in me,Where to goAnd what to see?Wish I couldDecipherThe real Truths,That surroundLife’s blue,IntenseDeep mystery.
The brain of a poet,
Thinking, thinking,All the time,Loving poetry,His greatest crime.Poets, redefine things,Enlighten things,Create feelings from words,In case you hadn’t heard.
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Combined,
Listen to its orchestra
Playing
Symphonies,
For everybody’s
Soul and Mind.
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As Sadness reigns forevermore,
Oh Solitude greatest of pains,You swallow tears and all in vain,The emptiness that never fills,The body, mind that slowly chills,And Life just looks the other way,As Solitude is here to stay.
Words that soar,
Love may come and go away,But words of Love, forever stay!
Love,
In a never endingEmbrace,Full of beautyFull of grace,That nothingCan replace.
In search of beauty,
But it doesn’t matterBeauty, rewards all.In search of loveWe spend most of our livesIf not found,Total emptiness bleeds,Thru thousands of knives
I didn’t see our time go by,
Now gone forever tears do flow,Where from here will my sad life go?
The Mystery of Poetry,
To quit the World,Such as it is,In Words of Mist, that do persistTo hide the pain of everyday,And say that Life,Is not in vain,That let you dream,Even on land,That oceans really are at hand,That make you think that Love is True,And that the Sea is really blue.
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Of the essential,
The very fundamental,
The exquisitely monumental,
The Secrets in a kiss.
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What is it about Poetry,
Like Cupid’s Life-Giving arrow,Love turns Poetry into Art
Words and works, of Poet fine,
From the absurd to the Devine,Poetry, open design.
I don’t take Poetry lightly
Passionately steep,Very much alive and resilientEncompassing all human feelingsThat are good, loving and brilliant!And that sometimes, even make you weep.
Life is strange,
But if the two should meetHard to get back on your feet.
I love you because I love you,
Because Love makes you or breaks you,Because Life is nothing, without Love.
Love is Life,
True human spirit,From Love is born.