So hard to find,

A caressing, consoling touch,Maybe that is, why I lovePoetry, so much!

Nothing gives me more pleasure,Than discovering, spiritualTreasure, CreativityGoodness, Never still.Is there anything betterThan helping othersOver life’s difficult,Hill?And praising thoseThat deserve it,Planting field, after fieldOf Good Will!

Too busyRunning,Thru fieldsOf WordsTo harvest,To reapIntellectualWheat,Poetry,The StaffOf Life.

It sooths me,It keeps me saneIn an insane world,It opens doors,Never bores,Communicates,It’s with me always,Poetic voyage,That takes me,To the brim of happiness,Saving me from darkness,Keeps me breathing,Keeps me living,Was my first love,And will be my last,Always with me,Unending love,Universally vast.

I come and go, in an ocean of pain,Like a lost wave with nothing to gain,The Ocean is vast, so is Pain,Trying to drown it, can drive you insane.

From our politicians down,To unknowns, that circle round,We have decided to crown,All destructive paths that blend,From the criminally insane,To those singing, in the purple rain,La La Land’s interminable painCrime, verbal atrocities,Seem to be the forms that ReignAs belligerence is approved,But benevolence is slain.

I dream in dreams of you,Much more than I can say.A Rose is not a rose,If love won’t come her way,And Love is just a song,The Wind decides to play.

You’re in danger of infection,And so vulnerable to pain!Poets tend to open further,Their most being’s private sense,So their open to infection,Caused by their own, innocence.It’s not good to bare your feelings,Nor to sincere preference,Weakness is to the beholder,Poet dreamer, sans defense.

Temporary consolation,For the melting snow,As life flows,Out of TimeNot even knowingWhere to go,Slow, slow, slowEven the poet’s wordsBy now, have no glow,As if cocooned in timeIn the dark,Sensations,Without reason,Without rhyme.

Nor change the feelingsThat one’s got,And if they’re differentFrom the restAlone you’ll beAnd for the best,In your sweet,Individual nest.

With passionate wordsOf imaginative desire,Oh Poetry!Your fire,Is unstoppable,As your heart palpitatesIncessantly,Full of Love’s desire.

Not at all right,All of them,Chaotic bummers,Don’t even know,How to govern!The ones that were,The ones that are,21st Century plight,Nothing feels right!Confused, hiddenBy computerized trees,Now, the forest,Nobody sees,So much information,So much untrue,‘Sanctified’ by abuseNobody, even seemsTo care about the truth,Cynicisms, absolute tooth,Muddled in darkness,Transparency, none,They haven’t even left us,A tenuous ray of sun.