Poetry summarizes,

All is nothingAnd nothing is all,Emptiness, prevailsDown long empty halls,And yet!We hold on,To Life’sIncomprehensibleCallBecause Hope stillBurn eternal,In those withSensitive SoulsAs creativity playsIts saving role.

With chills and thrills,Miraculously,As when a bird singsHow can such a little thing,Sweetly, in its tune,Such endless, happiness bring?So, I conclude,Poems, thrills, chillsEcstasy’s, promenade,Miracles at will,And a lover’s confessionHave been,Life’s, golden obsession.

All the emotion,It may convey,The dancing waves,All tipped in white,And the seagulls game,As they cry in flight.I miss the Ocean,But I miss you more,As Stars weave dreams,That won’t come ashore,For they are made,Of the wind’s ocean sprayAnd so much of our World,Is thus, blown away,For when Love is gone,What’s left to say?

Give me my pen so that I can writeall the things I must tell you,With Love at it’s height,Give me your hand,I will hold it tight,And love you always,With all my might,Give me your Soul,My love’s delight,So I will become whole,In your arms tonight.

We’re just no good,In getting along.For centuries, looking,For Justice, for Peace,Technically advanced,Humanly wrong,Abusing our brothers,The cheating of the strong,Plus singing of injustice,The same old song.

Silences don’t set well,Language is a quenching well,Where the waters of sentiment flow,Where intelligence can glow,It has brought us forth from darkness,To the embracement of civilization,From the Stone Age,Made us into great Nations,Do not let this Light,Be buried in the damnation,Of the barbarous, savage throws,Of incomprehension, that knows,No civilized orientation.Intelligence and Language,Plus human feelings,Of compassion…