In fact you already have,
But you’ll never know it,
It doesn’t matter,
Maybe,
There are other lives to live,
Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
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Feelings that hideNo more,Opening doorsRoses,Perfuming thoughtsLoving tendernessBeautiful words,Spoken music,Just waiting to accompanyHeart and mind,Trying to unravelMysteriesThat from usUsually hide,Yes!Poetry, Poetry, PoetryLove’s creation,From the very depthsOf our soulTaking us,Even to ecstasy,Lovingly,Poetry’s, spiritual callA thrilling moment,Of beauty and purityTo thankfully,recall.
Inexplicably,
The weirder we get,21st century, irreverence?Wanna make a bet?This century, all past we’ll forget,Plunging us into moral apathy,That one day we’ll regret.
It’s hard to write
A lot said,In small space,With very little ink,But that should openLinks that make youThink!Poets are stingyWith theirFace to face,They want to makeSureNo thoughts goTo waste,They want to reachQuickly, the heartOf all mattersAnd sum up the totalBefore inspirationJust fizzles,Or shatters.
If you let me,
I’ll travel to theMoon,On worded wingsAnd Dreamy Might.No expensive spaceshipNeeded.A good dreamyWhisper,Will catapult meTo Space’s,Quiet delightWhere it will alwaysBe night,So the starsWill still be shiningWhile on EarthAll they’ll be doingIs insulting and killingEach other, for powerAnd planning,The economic misfortuneOf one another,Proposing universal ‘free care’When they don’t ‘give a damn’Like Clark Gable said to Scarlet,As he…
Like a wound that does not heal,
Taking away from our hearts,The very breath,Loved ones gone,No longer can we arrest,Life’s lonely feeling of emptiness.
Poetry speaks,
Exterior and interior Wings,With words and feelings,Poets fly,To regions that may never die,Upholding values, ever high.