Tar and feather

All that is feelingPure love and satisfaction,Melodious happiness or pain,A sonorously uniqueAnd abstract,World of its own,Ineffable, mysteriousDepth,Where the Soul is finallyDiscovered,And beautifully heard.

Love’s treasures are pure gold,A smiling heart,A dream that’s partOf what is bestIn Life’s immense abode.

Poetry should not beThat way,As clear as a bell,Truthful and fair,Poetry’s virginal togaShould reflect the beauty,Of the innocent at heartNot take partIn what can harm others,Poetry should be an example,Of fairness and kindnessAmongst all human brothers.

In a blue so very beautifulIt’s the envy of the Sky.Little mountain bluebirdBeauty, not denied,I’ll forever be in loveWith the turquois-blueThat enables you, to fly.

The psychological necessity,Of lending, an amorous hand.Poetry cradles the poetIn a motherly fashion,Wiping, away some of the tearsThat have already,Gone out of fashion.

Saying, yes, I care about you,And now things will be just fine.I’m so sad and lost without you,That all Time has ceased to be,And I only think about you,Night and Day, incessantly.What is it, that there’s about you?That compels me to insist,There’s a magic spell about you,That I just cannot resist.