That got stuck
Someplace
In some old
Pickup truck,
Cultural icon
Of the U.S.
Struggling,
To get out
Still
At the wrong time
At the wrong place,
Losing, all its,
Credibility
And Poetic grace.
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Life’s Lake has muddy waters,
As we escalate our History,Looking back, almost a crime,We’ve not followed, moral principals,By this time, for sure all goneThe Commandments we’ve forgottenCompassion, nearly banned,Human feelings, so important,Less than footprints in the sand.
Come bare your Soul,
Is all you have to write,Then you’ll be cleansed,Of all offense,And Life will feel alright.
Sometimes,
Of life,Inspiration calls,A poem vibes,Harmonizes insideBegging, HopingTo be born!And if that blessed momentDoes occur, does arriveThe inner starsOf inspiration,Feel such a welcomedSensation,All explodes in adorationOf this fluid, ardent Art,Born, from overflowingLove,That Poets cannot hide.
What will happen,
Nothing,My heart will break,And I’ll Silently go away.
So much is said,
Language becomes,The best of shrines.But lines on Love,Are most sublime,Of Human Hearts,They are the sign,Love lines that want,To intertwine.Become the Poet’s,Best loved Time.
Without Poetry’s love
We are nothingOh, how it helps usSurvive!