Without a Rocket,
Just a poem,
On hand.
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Poets,
And forgetThe World is madeOf pain, regrets,Of meanness, falsehoods,And of pride,Of ‘taking others for a ride’.
Beauty’s secret,
Beauty is to be shared,With all those that ever cared,About Life, about Mystery,About Love and its Victory.
Of Language you’re the Music,
Your Melody is Life to me,Beloved, dearest PoetryWithout you, I am lost.
I love you Poetry,
In graying rain or shining sun,You are my love, my only one,We go together everywhere,We think alike,Our likes, dislikes,Express ourselves,In candid verse,And when it’s time,To write our dreams,We always flow into extremes,For Love is our priority,My one and only, Poetry,With you I’ll go just anywhere,As long as for me, you still care.
Hunting down the moon,
Sailing choppy waters,Never getting far,Life is an illusion,Gone before it starts,How deep would be the Ocean!How real our dreams would be!If there had been the illusion,Of love one day to be.
When I think
And those who kill,What a difference,In the useOf their Free Will!