That makes me feel more alive,
Than a poem to adore,
It impregnates all of my being
With supernatural sensations of healing.
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Hunting down the moon,
Sailing choppy waters,Never getting far,Life is an illusion,Gone before it starts,How deep would be the Ocean!How real our dreams would be!If there had been the illusion,Of love one day to be.
Creativity, Imagination, Inspiration,
What beautiful, heavenly music,Now, Immortality can begin.
Not all is bad,
Lending others a hand,This is not charity but encouragement,For what made this country great,Was creativity, entrepreneurship, bravery,Believing in better days, working hard,Taking a chance, building dreams,Reaching mountains, sewing seams,Wanting to make lives better,Never let this dream grow old,Be controlled, by black hearted feudal lords,Do not let the handcuffed story of the Middle Ages,Ever in this…
The generosity of Poetry
That it allows you to sayWhat you are feeling today,What you love,And even,Maybe, at timesWhat Life is all about.
Like a cracked vase,
The United States is Not,The Country it once was,SHAME, SHAME on Us!We threw Ourselves,Under the bus,There are not enough tears,Of guilt and regret,To regain,The honesty and decency,We the people so openly gave up,And Were made to forget.And if there is any Justice left,Let the guilty, one day,Pay for and regret,The Hell’s Fire,That they themselves, SET!Not…
There are different tastes,
Different people and different sighs,But the best thing of all is,When all of humanity together, tries.
To fill your day,
Not all may agree
But for me,
It is just that way,
And the happiness
That brings,
Is enlightening,
Making me look at life,
In an entirely different way!
Humbled by this happiness
I write,
Hoping also to please,
Someone, Somewhere
Someday.
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One moon, One life, One earth
Conquer dreams, discover streamsNavigate oceans,Love all that’s goodIn good proportion,Life is a Miracle worth celebrating,A tender object of devotion.
I gave you form
Now,Will you be faithfulTo me,Oh, Love of my Life,How will we balanceEach other?Without evenKnowing one another,That’s whyI love to write,I think that is whereAnswers, to so manyMysteries, daringly,Lie.
This is not, this is not,
Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…
Where did you go,
The thought of youJust lingers on and onA flowing painThat never leaves meGoing on, and onAnd on!For so many yearsAlready, passed by,GonePiercingMy thoughtsAnd my heart,Misery,Served a la Carte.
How can you live
How can you liveWithout love?It’s like breathing,But not livingIf deprived,Of the sincerestFeelingOf them all!Self-compellingSo appealingMarvelously,Fulfilling,Life giving,Is this miracleSo wanted,That we cannotLive without,Something,That can only beCalled, Love