Then Gene Kelly quickly came,
Began, ‘Singing in the Love.’
Love thy neighbor,
Love thy self,
Love the One you chose to love,
No umbrellas for this rain,
Only pray it doesn’t stop,
For there’s Never enough Love.
Then Gene Kelly quickly came,
Began, ‘Singing in the Love.’
Love thy neighbor,
Love thy self,
Love the One you chose to love,
No umbrellas for this rain,
Only pray it doesn’t stop,
For there’s Never enough Love.
Seems absurd? Don’t laugh, it’s possible,Poetry makes possible, the impossible!
I and he,My Dog,Sandy.
Is Poetry still read aloud?Is recitation still allowed?Are poets living on a cloud?Just to escape an angry crowd.I know not what the answers are,Poems seem something rare and far,21st Century, misfits,As our society falls to bits.
In the most exquisite GardenWhere lies dead and buried,All of hate.
With problems, not honeySo, remember this,People will do anythingFor moneyTake care of yourselfWalk straightAnd don’t do anything funny.Remember,When you gamble with fireCrime or desireYou may lose your freedomYour life and your money.
Material satisfactionWill not hold,But when there’s someoneWho loves you for youNo greater treasureDay by day is true,As Life thru LoveDoes constantly renew.