The bearing tree has understood,
The mission to create,
But, We, poor fools,
Do not know yet,
That Love’s better than hate.
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Now I Know,
Because we can dream with words,And our imagination can fly,Without being disturbed.
Loving,
And passion,A poet is no more,Than that.Each poet,Owns his fashionAnd reality,And really wantsNo moreThan that.Life could become so scary,If poet’s words, his passion goesFor Poetry is everything,A poet wants or even knows.
Spellbound,
Thru the World of Words,I roam,Fantasies are everywhere,Feelings, Memories, a prayerWords, I Love,And want to share.
Nothing puts a bigger smile
Than a poem read,That sets apartFeelings,That as humansWe should haveOf brotherhood,And that denyOur bitter historyOf grave injustice,And disgrace,That for so long have beenOur own, disgraceful waste!
The only living creature,
That is totally yours,With a love and fidelityBeyond our understanding,Is your Dog,I Miss You So Much!Sandy……
Poetry
Molds togetherTruth and feelings,Imagination,InspirationPlus observationAnd then,CreatesLanguage miraclesThat goSo much further,Fantastic creations,Heart incantations,Hallucinations,Worded beautyAnd fascinationThat sometimesCan produce,The most,Unimaginable,Sensations.