Recycle most everything,
Except politicians,
Who certainly should be
After all their dishonest actions
And their ill played renditions.
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Love fantasies that come and go,
That’s when love comes, appears too late,Or never was, part of your fate.
We pretend
Exists,When we knowIt’s but a shadowIn the Mist.
Swan’s love,
The simplest loveOf two, in love.One partnerFor life,If One diesThe Other may dieSoon after,Of a broken heart.True,Heavenly LoveIs like that.Tenderly I sob,For their lossOf purest whiteTransparent souls,Losing love,They’ve, lost it allBroken hearts,Irreparably,Cannot fight backLoneliness and lossLove’s battle,Definitely, lost.
Can I be content
Loaned to me,For a poem to writeAnd then, to become,My only friends?Is that enoughAttention, protectionAgainst,Time’s revenge?True,Words accompanyThoughts,But what they,Can’t doIs take your hand,Hold you upWhen you’re feelingA bit sad,Or totally lostAnd blue,Give you a tight hugJust to remind you,You’re still human, too.
Feeling, Poetry
As the French say‘C’est pas facile’It is not easyIt takes an effortOf mind and spiritTo follow,Not having,A perspectiveThat’s really, narrowOpen mind, open cloudsAllowed to travel,Open routesDiscover, marvelsThat you feelMore than you seeAnd that’s just partOf the mysterious magicOf Poetry!
Feelings and data
Make some poemsEntertaining, interestingAnd fine.