We complain,
They should be better,
If things are going badly,
We complain,
Everything we do,
Seems so in vain,
We may think we know,
How to control our Destiny,
Not realizing that we control NOT,
The rapid pace of Life nor History.
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Penguins and Pandas,
To make the World, perfectHappy and Sweet,Black and White colors,An Adorable sight,Penguins and Pandas,An eyeful Delight!Adorable Always,A joy you can see,Wish I had Some,That belonged just to me!
You have to feel it,
Never hide, emotionGrasp it,Dramatically,With its pride,So tenderly, generousSpontaneous,Never venomous,Embrace it withHeart, never rationAll its passion,Poetry,You have to Love itIn order to Live it,Then surrender to itsEverlasting attraction.
Love travels
SometimesLike a flower,SometimesLike a smileSometimesIt’s a feelingThat reachesThe Sky,And we don’t evenKnow why?SometimesIt’s like a whisper,Others timesJust like a cryBut It’s alwaysDeeply blendingThe sweetest,Never ending,Of you and I.
The magic today
Mixed with feelingsAnd happenings,Some imaginedSome real,Or bothMakes books, poemsScripts and filmsA desired world,A place to goWhen around us,The real becomesToo real,And we can’tStand it, anymore.
Reaching, Thinking, Teaching
Who want to drive progressAd not our Future, stallWith deep sensibility,Limpid transparencySincerity and TruthfulnessThe Key,Civilization’s Call..You cannot buildA World that will go forward,Based on medieval structuresThat imprison minds,And structure freedom,Just for someAnd not for all.
What will it be?
Coffee, Tea or Fantasy,Which will the poet,ChooseThat dependsOn sensitivityAnd what there isTo gain or lose.