Tumbling around,
Life’s lost appeal,
What’s True, What’s real?
Nobody knows,
That’s how it goes,
No answers ever
Foggy forever.
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Would there be
Left,If it were not,For Poets?The immense richnessOf sentimentIs in their heartsTheir words,You have toKnow it,AndCelebrate!The Human GloryOf All Poets!
I am committed to words,
I must chose them softly and with care,Mind them, find them, grind themInto reality,Respect them, blend them,Care for them, love themAs does a mother, love every childKeep them close, protectedUntil they are ready,To fly away, poetically,On their ownInto their new found,Poem home.
Because poets can dream
Sea of discovery,The world of fantasyThe mind can travel free.There is a line that’s crossedWhen poems come acrossAnd sparkle inwardly.Communicative spiritMore felt,As ever freeAnd inner worldsDo come across,Surrealistically.Reveling secretsNo one knows,Except thru Poetry.
A time to live
What better couldOur fleeting days,Expect to beMade of,For without loveLife can’t exist,At least for someThat’s how it is.
What are we! ?
Digging in the SandOf Time,Trying to find answers,To those secrets thatHave neither reason nor rhyme,All lies in suspense,Theories, Opinions, Data,And yet, even with this Doubt,We still Want to Know,What it’s All about.
One never knows enough,
So much more to discoverWhole Worlds to uncover,Sustaining richness for Life’s cup.