Of ‘Swing Low, Sweet Chariot’
And Canterbury,
All the best of the
English Language,
Judged, necessary
For she uplifted,
Body and Soul,
She was also
Beautiful and smart,
And unrelentingly, poetic
She had the heart,
The Bohemian part,
Of a Forest Fairy.
Who says Miracles don’t exist,When Love, the greatest one of all,Can burst, spontaneously,Without a call,Not wanting even to impress,Born from a look, a slight caress!And suddenly you see the dawn!And suddenly you are reborn!Poetry is very much like this,Without you calling,It exists,Come out of where?Some hidden mists,That lifts and shows,A naked Soul,Your life’s long list,And…
Especially in politics,Maybe gadgets,That now we can wear,Like watches and other propositions,Will be a better friend and physician,Help us stay in top form, condition.Signed,Your Cyberworld Addiction.
Life is full of Doubts,And at the EndDoes it ever work out?
I love you only,You’re in my heart!Parting forever,Forever, apart,Song of the lonely,Now in my heart.
I must findA poem sweetFull of ardorAnd of love,Making sadnessJust give upAnd acceptingQuick defeat.
I love aloneI am alone.The Autumn leaves,The wind has blown,The Winter trees,Survive alone.
