His land should be sincerity
And Love, true camaraderie,
No lies no falsehoods ever,
Makes all lives beautifully better.
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Friend or foeOur capacity for Evil,Is out of control,You can really love someone,And end up in a hole,With Poetry that sucks,And is not good at all!Our capacity for Evil,Is sad but not strange,It’s been around,Since long before,The Biblical Age,Remember the brothersCain and Abel?The end of that story,Did not go so well!In Trust, we cannot trust,In…
I have a Poet friend,
It is ‘Bold and Beautiful’.And Kind and Whole,And more than suitable.
Poets,
Almost everything,They are inquisitiveFools,Idealists,Sad Clowns,That put on a showOf words,PretendingAnswers, found.
When Love is missing
Loneliness in Life can be,The saddest, darkest,Empty space….
When you’re alone,
When someone dear,Is no longer near,You feel disowned,Darkness fills,The atmosphere,Life becomes painfully seared,Tears become your comfort zone.It’s hard, I know,It’s the hardest thing,We must go thru,And the pain never stops,No matter what you do.
Where is Poetry’s abode?
All spun in gold?For our heartsIt’s a caress,As for Love,It says it best.