Hope everyone realizes,
That as long as there is Poetry,
Men of good will,
Will continue Life’s Fight.
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I am a poet and a teacher,
But by now, I know,That unfortunately,And sadly so,The Forces of Evil, rule.
What are we?
Yes, youAnd all of us,Part devil, part angelWho will win?The combination of bothIs really, cutting it thin,Think about it,And please, try to doThe right thing!
Without Poetry,
Poetry, sort of spices allThat is in fact at hand,Emotionally speakingEverything around youBecomes a bit more grand,For example, Spanish guitarsIf by pure fantasy,You have imagined onePoetically, at hand.
Our Country, Our Life,
A yellow pudding,Of Cowards, gone numb!When did we lose,Our honor, our pride?Our virginity, the candor,And obeyed All who Lied!
To share
Of Poetry,Admire Nature’sInexplicableBeauty,EmbraceWith delightfulAwe,The Sea’s,Blue, infinity,To hold the handAnd feel the verySoul,Of the One,You so, blindlyLoveTell me,Is that notHow ParadiseShould be?
Touched by Blue,
Skies and SeasAre also bluePoetry, can be blue too.That’s why Poets understandThat in life, Blue plays a handThat in Life, the color blueCan be happy and sad tooNow we trigger Hope that’s blueSoft and vast and loving, tooNow we trigger other bluesThat do hurt and do confuse,But remember this and knowThat beyond all other BluesLies…