They’re certainly doing their best,
To destroy the American Dream,
‘This one for President,
That one too, ‘
It’s really a pity,
We have to have,
Any of you!
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You feel, you write,
And then the layers start to peel,And then some things just lose appeal,And then you wonder, how to stealSome kind of logicFrom Life’s Wheel,That turns and turnsIn the same place,As ruts run deep,And out of grace.
When the Moon is Green,
I’ll still remember you.When all is said,And life has bled,I’ll still remember you.No life is full,There is no rule,That tells us who to love,So therefore, dear,Let’s make this clear,You’re still my only Love.
Why Poetry?
That makes the Mind, the Heart,The Soul as free,And is as inspiring to thisMagnificent Trilogy!
I cannot even accept,
Why am I constantly living,In a world out of range?There comes a pointWhen you ask yourself,‘Is Life just a bad dream,Where everything seems,To be totally deranged? ‘Or is it my focus that’s wrong,Going thru life creating my own personal storm.
Words come
Temporary consolation,For the melting snow,As life flows,Out of TimeNot even knowingWhere to go,Slow, slow, slowEven the poet’s wordsBy now, have no glow,As if cocooned in timeIn the dark,Sensations,Without reason,Without rhyme.
The sounds of certain words
That become aliveAnd in us thrive.The tones, the intentThe surrounding scentOf certain words,Can be so thrilling,Even fulfillingEmbracing all,Large and smallAt certain times.Poets, WritersKnow this wellAnd with certainWords and thoughts,Can inject a livelyFeelingThat sometimes can beSweet healing,As their webOf worded feelingsFills in many,A life’s loss.