If though of,
Compassionately, with love,
We never tire of.
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Poetry can make you sad,
Make you smile,Shed a few tearsEntertain youBlot out, fears.Bring you closerTo the starsAffirm loveAnd sometimes,Even,Tell you,Who you really are,As from darknessLight is bornPoetry can even beYour protected.Loving home.
There once was,
That was putIn a Country to rule,He kicked it blind,But no one did mind,For all other mules,Were also but Fools.
I have yet to figure out
Seems to clarify,What we’re all about.
It is, what it is, how it is,
Some work to change it,In vain,Some live always,The same,Others dream someday, to gain,Heaven on Earth,Thru true love,If that they attain,They are the lucky ones,And All the rest is just,Bluff.
Poetry has,
That nothing else has,It’s the music from the Poet’s soul,That gets to sing, is heard, he hopesIn verses that will ever last..
Those who can write,
Those who can fight,For a better world,Where Love can stand,Even if it stands alone,Those who don’t, stoneProgress, and kill light,Living in perpetual night.