Poetry is a Ship
All the way,
From the minute
To the extreme.
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Bad winds are blowing,
Excesses, accumulating,Truly out of hand,Those responsible,For them, no reprimand,Many things are crumbling!Very hard to understand,How those now who have power,Have been making wrong decisionsRoughly written in the sand.
Tell me Wind,
Where you go and travel, why?Blowing here and whistling there,Like a soul in great despair,Causing havoc when too strong,Sweet and cool in summer morn,As you travel endlessly,Blowing so incessantly,What’s the purpose of it all?Wind that sings and travels tall.Wind one feels but cannot see,As it blows the waves at sea,Ships a trembling crazily,Wind so strong…
Like a flower without nectar,
Like an ocean in commotion,Without Love the human dies,For love is beauty in motion,And the sharing of deep ties,Deeper than the deepest ocean,Limitless as are the skies.
Memorize the colors of the Rainbow,
Think of Them when you are feeling lonely,Helps from falling totally apart.
It’s never too early to start to Fool,
A man. a woman, a flea or a dog,Does it really matter who is the next Rogue?
Could Poetry be
A different World,Crawling incessantly,Over reality?Unanswered Mystery,Is Poetry…