It’s not only talent
But flare
The way of saying things
That deeply, moves
And lights,
Brilliant torches
Everywhere
And bravely does dare
To think
Beyond, the blue horizon
Lifting Poetry,
To that Transparent Region,
Of love and care
Where, at immortality
It stares.
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I am convinced,
Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.
There is no truer love,
Nor as beautifulAnd grateful,As the love describedIn ‘Home Coming, ‘An unforgettable poemBy Louis Rams,I would call it,Perfection.
Love’s forever face
The one thing you cannotForce, create or rhyme,Golden threads of happinessLife’s most glorious graceMiraculously embroidered,With heavenly loving lace.
All of this Life,
for Nothing,So many speciesAnd flowers and trees.When just by breathing,Our carbon footprints,Diminish,The once, everlasting,Ocean breeze.
What happened to us?
There was a timeWhen we were wine and roses,But, so many times, with timeAll decomposes,We take things apart,We take ourselves apartWe look for troubleAnd we get it,Never satisfied, Never smartAnd so go so many loves,That perhaps were doomed,From the very start.
In Life’s turbulent, murky, waters,
I cannot but somehow wonder,What would be greatest delight?I have come to the conclusion,That Life’s mostly false illusion,Confusion, mixed with fright,But one thing is pure and noble,The miraculous ability,To communicate Emotion,Thru Art and Love’s devotion,Being Poetry in motion,The troche bearer of emotion,For the soul, sweet guiding light.