At least for a little while
Bringing out the sunshine,
Bringing out the beauty,
The artistic love
The creativity,
The Humanity,
That we should
All love to practice,
Always, not only
For a while.
Is it not so?
That the poet’s words
Are worth, at least a smile
Think about it
At least,
For a little while.
Thank you.
Transferred into words,I’m coming homeA pleasurable giftI’m not alone!Even now,That Autumn colorsFade away,Music and I,HopefullyWill still haveSomething beautifulTo say.
Our personal, graceFor the World space today,Is nothing that a poet,Really wants to face.
In this weird life,And since most,Don’t love one anotherNor take care of each other,Instead, we love dogsAt least with them,Their love is feltAnd understoodAnd we,Gratefully,Are never alone.
Not even good enough,To be words that will remain,Under a canapé of clouds,Yelling, so that all can hear,How they, the elected Clowns will satisfy,All the people, listening, stupefied.But once elected, promises forgotten, rejected,The same trap year after year, the same veneer,Poor foolish Seals, with their clapping hands,Hope and change, always buried, in the same old…
Love is an obsession,It’s just that way.Never enough LoveTo give away,To eradicate the hateThat may come your way.Never enough,Being close to youLove, when it is trueNever tires of the beloved,Nor does it fade away,You see, my dearestThere are just certain thingsThat you cannot changeThat simply remain that way,Passionate Obsessions,That keep you aliveAnd make you happy,Anyway….
That set on paperWhat only genuinely,Gifted hearts know.
