We like to say things
Never heard,
We like to point fingers
At what’s purposely, blurred
But above all, we must sing
To love, peace and understanding,
Poetry will always be,
The Last Man Standing.
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A cold chill of loneliness
Artificial CommunicationsAre here to stay!As we moveFarther and farther, Away!From each other…
A Love that is:
Deeper than all Love can be,Deeper than the mystery,That has bonded you to me.For there is no deeper love,Than a love that cannot be,Yet endures the depth of Time,With deepest melancholy.And so, deeply I can see,What this love has done for me,I have travelled into space,In a state of utter grace.Deeper than Life’s mystery,Deeper than…
It is so painful to see,
Being strangled,Mercilessly.Oh my Country, my Country!How sad can it be,We’ve lost our home,Without fighting,Silently,You and me,In this Country by the sea,Someone came in the Night,And stole our Liberty.
Oh Love,
Love!The deepest throbThat hearts can feelAs mortals kneelBefore your alterLife begets,This tender,Everlasting, feelingOf sweet surrender,That only Loving heartsCan ever have,On learningLife’s secret meaning.
Poems are not happy,
They are poignantly sad,Life is also, painfully sad.Happiness,A greeting Card,That can be had,Perhaps?For one fleeting momentThat Never lasts.
Our search for beauty.
Today the Times, turbulent Sky,Look down, not up,And dirt you’ll see,The World turned in Catastrophe!Twenty First Century, Tragedy! !