A feeling,
You can’t grow it,
You just are.
A grant of loving light,
That lets words go on flight,
You don’t chose to be a poet,
It’s your star.
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Ah, ‘Le mal d’amour’
‘C’est pour toujours’And lasts forever,Bottomless void,Sadness, deployedEchoing, ‘Never’.
The excellence of Poetry
In the secret cornersOf softly sensitiveInner eyes,That can feelAnd look furtherThan what wordsJust signify,And decipherThe spiritual magicCommunicated,By a Poem’s sigh.Poetry!Magnificent AllureThat the spirituallySensitive,Cannot escape,Your Winter sunYour Summer shade,Life’s, escapade!The adventurous callThe Rhyme and Redemption,Of All inner Sails.
Plastic Misfortunes
All you don’t needWithout askingWhy?Plastic MisfortunesThat get you in debtSometimes worse,Than a gambling, bet.
Dreamers,
But theyCan change the worldIf imaginativeCreativity,Rules.
Poetry is Universal,
Since time immemorial,Poets are but fools that really care,They write to make things better,Love to spare.
I love you!
In my head, heart and knees,May I always have the pleasureOf your company,Dearest, please!