But creating Hell on Earth,
It is We that fan the Winds,
That do so.
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If you don’t feel it
Come back another day,You have to feel, deeply feel,What you write,What you say,Heart portray,You just can’t fool poetry,It doesn’t work that way,So, don’t be discouraged,Try again some other day.
Corruption leaves no choice,
Both feet in the fire,Reputation smear,We are facing an election,As never been seen before,Two candidates for the Presidency,That you can ask yourself, ‘What for? ‘,No decency, honor left,We have fallen to incredible frights!Now, as we turn off the lights,It’s time for Shame to close the door,Before, we call it a night.
We get along
We see,Eye to eyeOr fret and trot,What is LifeMade of?If all’s a fight,If we just live,In constant fright!Will we ever getAnything Right? ? ?
Every poem
In minds and hearts,Hoping love,And fertile thinkingWill make us grow,Closer togetherCultivating,Love and feelings,Vocal languageOf the Arts.
A pearl of a poem,
Smooth, round, pure and white,With words that say,In a nautical way,Because of you, Pearl,Beauty, became a poem today.
Each one of us
Poetry tries to captureFeelingsAnd most of the time,Convey,The true beauty of the Soul,Helping us find love’s way.Blessed be it!Forever and a day.