No normal soul,
Its melodies
Can easily resist,
And flouting
Dancing,
With its words
Sometimes,
We even can
So slightly,
Feel
A little tremor
That momentarily,
The loneliness
From hearts,
Makes disappear.
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Poetry can feed the Soul
To the idealistic poetLittle does it matter,The necessity,For expressing, feelingsInner thoughts,The opportunityOf getting readIs all that matters!Spiritual WellnessHas no price,Poetry helps someTo continue on,And not shatter.
Changing gears,
Slaves of the Media,We now All are,One of a kindWe travel with Expedia,To a Manipulated star.
It’s clean,
It gleamsWith an ethereal light,It singsA song that is sincereWith feeling’s might.What do I hear?What is this light?A poet dear,Just wroteHis sweet, ‘goodnight’.
Oh Love,
Love!The deepest throbThat hearts can feelAs mortals kneelBefore your alterLife begets,This tender,Everlasting, feelingOf sweet surrender,That only Loving heartsCan ever have,On learningLife’s secret meaning.
In Poetry,
Every sentiment just right,Form a Necklace of well being,Made of beauty, sound and light.
Love the wondrous summer night,
Dreams to come and be in sight,All is right, in Summer’s Night,As the stars begin to shine,Love can open doors divine,To the Heavens that were mine,As together, our lives rhymed.‘But what’s life without one’s Love? ‘All the Stars, heaven above,Could not answer, dimmed their light,If not sharing, loving, caring,Silence fills the wondrous night,As the souls…