They’ve all got the devil in them,

Painter, writerSo much can sayAnd hide,Thru Symbolism,That is why they say,You have to read‘In between the lines’Where signs and symbolsDo become,A guessing game,But those who get itFeel itHave the most magnificent,Intellectual, soul fulfillingAnd discerningly, illuminatingPrize!

Feelings come.Poetry can best express,Inner pain or happinessOvercome and blown away,Feeling deeplyIs just that way.

Is Poetry still read aloud?Is recitation still allowed?Are poets living on a cloud?Just to escape an angry crowd.I know not what the answers are,Poems seem something rare and far,21st Century, misfits,As our society falls to bits.

Saturday night folly,Happiness at will,Drowning all blue sorrows,Not knowing,What black tomorrowsWill deeply living, bring,Chocolate, WhiskeyFor the momentMake worries stand still,Enamored with the moon,Giving, happiness at will.

Today the Times, turbulent Sky,Look down, not up,And dirt you’ll see,The World turned in Catastrophe!Twenty First Century, Tragedy! !

This one has fallenOut of grace,All the absurd,Right in our face,The vile and ugly,Such a waste!No honor left,Just pure disgrace,And speak you,Of human respect,That’s also lostIn our Shipwreck.And so we sadly,Move alongCondoning almost allThat’s wrong,Can’t even findA decent song,Where Love can,Make us,Feel at home.