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Oh, Mother Poetry
For written artsAnd loving hearts,We are all,So sentimentally attachedGrateful, for your favors,For allowing us to savorLove and Life’s sweet feelings,As we try to irradiateThe universal LoveThat you have taught usThru Poetry’s dilated light,Reaching always for the starsIn life’s bitter-sweet nightWhere all hearts thru youCan attain, new human heights.
No one has ever
An open heartIn lost despair,In solitudeNo one to shareThe limped dreams,That Love does dare.And so,Love’s treasures gone,A life so empty, long bygoneMade out of pity, long adieus,When One is one,Everything hurts.
When Judy sings,
It’s Over the Rainbow and more,Conquering melodies,A voice we adore,Heard from shore to shore,Forever enticing,Forever young, forever free,A Voice that sings infinity.
Love is more than love,
Abnegation, affectionAdoration.Love is alsoA winged feelingOf resurrection,Angelic happiness,Born again,With the deepestFeeling of love’sPerfection.
Tears clean our eyes,
What good is it to cry?If all that hurts,Remains the same.
The strange land of Poetry,
His land should be sincerityAnd Love, true camaraderie,No lies no falsehoods ever,Makes all lives beautifully better.