It gushes forth,
Obedient, to no rule,
It’s some undefined
Force,
That does it.
Like the unraveling
Of a golden spool,
Could it be Love,
That does it?
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Open your hand,
That’s how you cameAnd that’s howYou will leaveAt least,Be a bit saintly,Spread some love,Sing a good song,For some to hearAnd above all,Never plantOr cultivate fear.
Is there Anyone,
That has been so beautifully composed?Yes, the One you Love.
As long as there is Poetry
Don’t you know?That is precisely,What our Souls are made of.
We live happily in the world of rhymes,
Thinking that out words can make a difference,Dress the undressed minds,With sentiments and poetic flurries,Images that in time,Will make life more livable,Us, less worried,What fools we really are!The bloody scurried crimes,That haunt our past and present,Are still carried out with violent fury,‘Man’s inhumanity to man’,Our poems cannot bury.
It all comes together,
Once upon a time,Love, did satisfy,But, a pearl in the oyster,And an ocean apart,Was there, and you know it,Right from the start,Today, I just whimper,And call out your name,My life, just a shadow,A flickering flame.
Write about Life,
Love is the nicest poem.We have ever heard.