You communicate a world so free,
A world where we all,
Sometimes want to be,
Where Love is a Tower,
And Peace can flower,
Because that is what is Poetry.
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Politicians, bad actors,
They lie thru their pores,They work hard to fool us,Not One honest word,Do they play nor they say.
What are we?
Yes, youAnd all of us,Part devil, part angelWho will win?The combination of bothIs really, cutting it thin,Think about it,And please, try to doThe right thing!
Strange
In someThe Spirit can go,With the body,Lagging behind,Within savage throw,Oh, the mysteryOf it all!Will we ever know?
Poems are made of inner grace,
Of dreams once dreamt to no avail,Of Loves that were appealing.Poems are made of inner veils,That cannot hide deep feelings,They synthesize, all that is wise,Console us, help heart’s healing.
Not
In their bodies,All writhing snakeAnd double crossingRat, lying, flatInto empty, sacNow tell meFrankly!Would you,TranquillyVote,For MonstersLike that?
To have artistic talent,
Is a wonderful thing!The spirit of creationIn us sparks,And makes usLive and speak,A world without artWould be inhumanSo impoverished,Less smart,Like birds without songsWe’d wither alongArtistic creation,Is our cultivated Rose,Our salvation,Beauty’s selectionThat only love knows.The artist’s creationIs like his beloved childSo intricately, love woven,Meaning more than his life.