In Life’s Lonely Lane
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Poetry communicates,
You can imagine,In a most naturalAnd heart felt fashion.
The sadness felt,
For all unjustifiableDeath,Kill to Kill,Murder just to murderThe blood they spillWill,Be forever,Savagery!Not yet civilized,Are we?How low lights burnTo darkness,How sad it is,These lovelyInnocents livesNo longer exist.To take the breath of thoseWho have no one hurt,How terribly unjustAnd criminally, condemnableThe pain is great,The method used was, HateThe inhumanity and horrorOf such acts,Will never be erased!My heart…
You’ve got to love,
Or you just get shriveled up,And become the dried up coffee,At the bottom of the cup.
In matters of Love and Money
Some see it as milk and honey,Others just as a possession.
A book in a nutshell,
That’s what Poems are,In our lives, welcomed guests.
In the desperate silent hours,
Loneliness devours towers,And there is no place to hide.