Too far reaching for words,
Tumultuous feelings created,
Remaining,
Ever felt, ever heard.
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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.
The Forces of Evil
Reinforced by a PartyThat says that forDivision, They possess,A Magic Wand,Steadily, SteadilyWell organizedAnd planned,They unfortunatelyAre Marching On!Today its the StatuesIndiscriminately,Destroyed!Tomorrow,Law and order,Shamelessly,Attacked,Then a DictatorshipIs presumably electedHeaded by a Court JesterWith anti-nationalDestructive, gesturesWorking at itFor years!We will never againBe, as One.We become a NationDefeated!‘With Liberty and JusticeFor None! ‘Demolition, positionedThen we all can liveWithout Hope,Without a…
Those that live
Have a very hard time,Everything marks themDeeply,Everything’s feltBoisterously,In laughs or in cry,From the infinitesimalTo the sublimeFrom the heartTo the mind,Nothing is leftBehind.One might sayIts a devouring pleasure,Still waiting,For true love,With no regretsJust the treasuresThat only,An open mindCan find.
Depressing tune,
In Life’s Lagoon,No shore to go to,No place to be,When you are lonely,You’re like the Sea,Rolling forever,Stopping no more,Forever searching,Love on the Shore.
Poetic dreams are here to Stay.
Creative Life of make believe,That’s so much more that’s up your sleeve.
The most Ravishing Rose,
It’s not fair!That such Beauty,Hides in it’s stem,Like does Life,The Daggers of Despair.
Of intense communication:
Lift you up with a smile,
Make you dream for a while,
Leave this Earth without wings,
Make you see absurd things,
Transport you to deep feelings,
Written in splendid style,
Poems do this and much more,
Our inner thinking worlds,
They so emotionally explore.
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A poem can be,
You receive one day,Full of beauty and melody,With the fragrance of surprise,Pleasant image to the eyes,That speaks a language,Never shy,But upholds sentiments,That just won’t die,And sometimes, only sometimes,May bring some tears,You have to cry.
When I was young
Thought peaceful wordsCould change,Most everythingTeaching understanding,Knitting souls togetherWould better many things,But truth and understandingWill not in deaf ears, ring.Now that I am olderI know, good wordsDon’t mean a thing,We go round and round,Word waltzing,Complicating everythingNot really changingAnything!As blind and deafAs Always,So once more,And running out of time,Let the useless gamesOf slippery wordsBegin,Won’t change a thing!
Who,
Living,Clarifies a littleStudy and investigating,A little more,But Life, Us,The UniverseRemain a Mystery,Forevermore!
Tired of analysis,
Hope is out the window,Planting, lost its plow,Things just seem to crumble,Nothing stands up straight,Is this just a sample,Of what no longer is great?House in great disorder,Seems to fall apart,As the Country’s engines,Clog and cannot start.Still the Sawdust Sellers,Say that all is fine,It’s only the victims,That always seem to whineBut ‘great deals’, still out therePlanning…
Luminous Love,
If found,Never let it go,The only true pathTo happiness,That Anyone,Shall ever know.
This is not, this is not,
Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…