That have lost their wings
And are still,
Looking for them
In what they write,
In what they sing.
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Fed up,
Don’t let ChameleonsFool you!Those that call others, racistsWithout fundament or reason,Are themselves the biggest RacistsThey drown innocence, truth and feelings,For, the truest and biggest racistAre They!Who want total control and power,But have nothing positiveTo give or say,As they attack othersIn a most false and despicable way!
Words can move mountains,
They can even express love,You hope will never die.
Put your own pain to work,
Show that being human’s not just words,Be compassionate to your sisters and brothers,In their time of need and saddest hours.
What does inspire us to Write?
A sudden scene, a sudden fright,Or just imagination’s flight?Love’s always good, the best of all,But is not always there, on call,And then there’s sadness and there’s pain,When Love is gone, creations wane,You feel you’ll Never write Again!
The Moving Words,
A Sea that hurls,It’s Pearls to keep,They find their way,Into heart, deep,And there they stay,Never asleep.Your words are deep inside of me,As is this Pure Love, you can’t see,Together with the Stars above,Together, in Poetic Love.
Great big Clocks,
Hanging in our faceA brand new styleOf chic decorationIn a very obvious placeOn our living room wallsThese enormous Time MonstersAre placed,Over the mantle, spyingAll the time we waste.Why should we,Have to be,Reminded so insistentlyOf Time’s inevitable march?It does not feel good,To have Time laughingIn our face,Since whether we want it or notIt’s always Time,That wins…