Has their own special way,
Of seeing, feeling, being
And that is what, happily
Gives each author’s writing,
Each artist, each being
That personal touch and might
Which should never,
Be tampered with,
Or all of us would be
So boring, so alike!
Individualism is,
A human right
The greatest works of art
Our progress,
Depends and is owed
To the individual’s dreams
A poet or some gifted person
Who was inspired, had an idea
While gazing at the stars,
On that one, very special night.
Can be- –Awfully depressingWhen me and me,Will never beYou and me,Not a prettyPictureOf a veryLonely sea
Even sometimes roar,But what a poem must Always be,Is truthful to Itself,Poetry cannot harbor Hypocrisy.
But really authenticated,Poetry must be recited,Out Loud!For All it’s Intensity,And all it’s Immensity,It must be recited,Out Loud!
You are what you areBut you can be better,You can feel for others,Try to keep Injustice far,So that it never smothers,The Liberties we so easily,Take for granted,Which are for all Americans,Their extra-lucky Star
That make you think.Poets are not only,Paper and Ink.
Political party lines and liesHave had their souls apprehended,Kidnapped and battered,Stories so false and oldThat it is unbelievable,That still today,The truth is not comprehended,Maybe more than everThose infamous politiciansAre getting away with murderAnd all we are left withAre the same dirty, emptySuitcasesTo drag from one electionTo another,When in shame we shouldCover our faces,Demand the truth,Put…
