More we progress,
More we’re harassed,
With Falsehoods told,
To Young and Old,
As pockets line,
Themselves with gold,
And we are fooled,
Not once but twice,
Which really isn’t
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They say
A sixth sense,Or did IMake that up?In any case,I’m sureSome do!Otherwise,They’d only saySilly thingsLike meAnd you.
Curiously,
Travel, silentlyAnd we inspire one another,Poets feeling, other Poets’Poetry,But the warmth that comesFrom that invisible,Collaboration,Is as natural asCan be,Close to loveFor one another,Seriously.
Today,
Most relationships don’t last,Selfishness, interest moves most heartsLifelong friendships are a thing of the past.
The ups and downs,
Who can predictThe sharpness of life’s knife?At times so sad and quick.So profit of good timesYes, those tender,Happy momentsWhen all is wellAnd love does spell,Its lovely song in rhymes.
Only One,
‘Every thing that’s wrong is rightAnd everything that’s right is wrong? ‘Will we ever be able to get along?Sorry, that was two questions, not one,For all is now confusion under the sun.
Poetry like Light,
Wanting to know,Wanting to share,Wanting to be,More than anything else,Feelings that care.