Your voice, your words,
The sweetest heard.
I loved you then,
As I love you now,
Forever,
The only way
That I know how.
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Blue is Blue,
Makes me think of Loving You,Blue your eyes,And Heaven too,When I take,A look at you.Blue my dreams,Around the sky,Blue the wings,That make me fly,I will cross,The deep blue Sea,Just to have you,Close to me.In the blueness of my thoughts,You’re my everlasting torch,Giving life to my blue light,Aqua-blue, my heart’s delight,Marine landscape, world of blueNeptune, Venus,…
All of our Country had a big fall,
All politicians and all evil men,Couldn’t put Country together Again!
How strange,
My peaceful day,Intensive gray,That will not stay,Just floats away,Perpetual change,How strange.The changing shapes,The light that drapes,Some shadows,Memories,The clouds are here,And then there gone,Like certainly will we
To love and be loved
Can there be,Than a LifetimeOf just, you and me.
The Love that saves, the Love that kills
The Love that’s true, only to You,That is the one that must get through.
Poets work like Busy Bees.
All they want is to reach others,Make their days a bit more sunny,I assure you from experience,They’re not in it for the money.
Far away,
The kind, once
In a lifetime,
The heart, sway,
Adoration
Was too mild a word,
To make you know
The emptiness,
You filled
By being near,
The skies you’d open
When your voice I’d
Hear!
One day, I looked
You were no longer
There,
Perfect dreams
Don’t stay or care
They must return
To their eternal
Home,
So far away
In time and space,
This world too small
To hold, to capture
All their grace
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In the solitude of unrest,
The poet are blessedBy their art,In a world of confusionAnd interests that groanAnd tear you apart,Not knowing whereTo turn,Consolation and peaceHave to comeFrom within,As we learn how to swimIn the muddy waters ofPerfidy, duplicityAnd sin,Where life searchesIts tragic endingAnd honesty,Cannot win!
Little does it matter,
Thinking of your smile,That’s how I feel alive,And keep on living,A least, for a little while.
In the age of Computers
Poetry deliberates,Has a short debate,With itselfShould It go into PoliticsOr join the CompaniesOf thousands of fake productsAnd Advertise itself,In order to be read and heardTo survive, the Present,So full of unquestionable,Mistakes.
Dreams are made of imaginary foam,
Where are they now?It seems to be all over,Looking for that four leaf clover,Over…illusions not knocking at my door,Reality keeps saying, nevermore,I know…When certain loves are gone,It’s hard to feel the morning Sun.
Ah, to be just Love,
To be immolated, sacrificedAt Venus’s merciless pyre,The burning Fire of desire!LOVE!A feeling all encompassing,Tremendous!Far Above,All mortal comprehension,The fourth dimension!Oh Love,Renaissance, Rebirth,Of everything on Earth!
I have no one,
My thoughts to compareMy likes or dislikes,My doubts or cares,The Times that were,Past, Present, Future,I just don’t care,Living out of Time,In the Land of Anywhere.