Very few poets are happy,
That’s why on poems they feast.
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Nothing in Life is normal,
Nor Love, Nor Dream,Nor Oceans,That in life’s tempest,Scream,So let us not think about Tomorrow,For it is also part of this abnormal scheme,And may also be just a senseless dream.
Life is short and precious,
Some have powers to work hard,Upgrade our life and land,But all is based on profit,And greed is in command,Pity we can’t play it straight,And still hold winning hands.
Introduction.
Admired wordsWritten by Jane Campion,Because, when definingPoetry, they are just aboutThe best, I’ve ever heard.And I quote,‘Poetry is a life forcegenerated from within’Perfect!Nothing more and Nothing less.Poetry,Those who cultivateYour poetical RoseKnow, that you areMore than justThe Queen of FlowersMore than inspirationThat towers,More thanLove that devourers.Poetry,You are that,Sincerest of DreamsFor a betterWorld, a better us,You project,…
Like Gold,
Some times it tires,Diminishes its fires,Burns slower with desire,But never disappears,Greatest blessing,Wipes away the sadnessIn our tears.
There’s a special language,
That only sensitive hearts,Can feelTo which their whole beingKneels,A language that transcends logicThat goes beyond the written handFlooding everything with Magic.
‘Out of my way! ‘
To the WorldI’m having a holidayEvery poem I writeIs my rightTo express whatI feel,To none will I kneel,To none will I healFreedom was bornThat day!For a poet has to sayWhat comes from the heartThere is no other way.