All clouds rained out, undone,
To change the doubts,
Cultivating Truth and Love,
That is the Human stuff
A limpid pool, not bluff
For when I was a child,
My parents taught to me,
It’s what you do in Life,
What you become and later Be,
That really counts, you’ll see.
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We must move in our minds
Never close the gold minesOf Reason,The exterior World,Is a picture that’s blurred,Where Good is mistakenFor Treason.
Maybe Poetry
Just one more wayTo hide,To run awayFrom crude,Rude, disgustingReality.We destroy,KillAll positivityAs well asHope,As violence alwaysSeems to take overAs wars and endlessRevolutionsWith no solutionsSeem to makeThings even worse,As all positivityIs murdered,By violent barbarism.I see nothing positiveAhead!God help us,If the forcesOf destructionLift up,Inevitably,Medusa’s evilAnd revolutionarySpearhead!
Put your own pain to work,
Show that being human’s not just words,Be compassionate to your sisters and brothers,In their time of need and saddest hours.
How Emotionally exhausting,
Unforgettable charactersMust be,Even for the born actorThat has a certain factorThat facilitates,Becoming, someone else.These formidable artistsDo carry us away,And with our gratitudeRecognition and admirationWe should honor themAnd pay,And as an example say‘I saw, Bette Davis,Today, in an old film,But it still,Made my day! ‘Or, I saw Sara Paulson,In Neflix, ‘Ratched’Bloody, as it is,Her interpretationLike those…
Yes, never a dull moment,
An ever changing World,Not very close to Paradise.
They laugh at Poets,
Say they’re frail,That their tears are,To no avail.Poets are much stronger,Than you think,They have a special rendezvous,With Destiny,With Understanding,A secret link.