Friends that blow hot or cold,
Or never come around.
Make due with yourself,
Do what’s right and bounce,
That’s what really counts.
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Men of bad Will,
All the dumb Fools,That ignorance rules,They step on the ants,That gather round their shoes,And pretend to be gods,To perpetuate their Rule.
Poetry is,
Combined,Listen to its orchestraPlayingSymphonies,For everybody’sSoul and Mind.
Memorize the colors of the Rainbow,
Think of Them when you are feeling lonely,Helps from falling totally apart.
A Poem lives,
If once it was your love,And in your heart,It will remain,Alive, with memory of,The thrilling time,It was first read and loved.
The pleasure that Art gives,
If there is any part,Of man, that is really good,You can attribute it to Art,That deep felt creation,Less conceived in the mind,Born more from the heart,Inspiration, divinely blind,But humanly signed.
Can you think you know someone,
For, you have never met?Can your intuitionFeel the truth about themOr is it just an imaginary guess?These questions are left unansweredFor even though, I think I know you,All I have to go byAre your written words,And words can play games,No one ever imagined,Could be played,Or even heard…..? ? ?