And it’s certainly strange,
How different we are from each other.
You love, who you love, who you love,
Why this one and not another?
There is a magical attraction that occurs,
That the mystery of love will never uncover.
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French, ‘Brie de Meaux'(Mo)
A crusty French baguetteWith a glass of good, authenticRed, rich Bordeaux,Please, do not forgoOr sacrifice,Your chance to beIn Paradise.
Limitless feelings,
Deep, living feelingsThat cannot but bless.Love is Poetry,In each life caressedDeeply, incessantly,Reaching life’s crest.You can’t help your feelingsAnd you can’t fade them out,The flame is ever living,It’s what love and poetry,Have always been about.
Poetry should be read slowly,
Savored intensely,Like an aged French wine.
A feed, a Joy, a need,
If in Creative writing,You lovingly, succeed.
Poets,
Bizarre and Blue,KnowingNothing’s true,Except if you findThat, extra special‘Me and You’.
It doesn’t STOP!
Treacherously odious,Human conditionThat makes us want to fool,Hurt others,Even kill them!When they are our brothers.OH, despicable ones!That harm and plunderThe innocent,You are embedded with evilAnd the Devil’s thunder,Let all the weightOf truth and justice,Fall upon you,So you regret,All the evilThat in our HistoryDisgracefully, you’ve set.
You are what you are
But you can be better,
You can feel for others,
Try to keep Injustice far,
So that it never smothers,
The Liberties we so easily,
Take for granted,
Which are for all Americans,
Their extra-lucky Star
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I love to see Love face to face,
And in your heart it has it’s place,That Nothing else, can now replace.
Together we will make it,
I love you more than anyone I know,Hold on, I’m coming to take you home,To take care of you, to love you,Now and Always, you’re not alone!
Love searched and then fulfilled,
Be still, be still, oh Souls!Joy be praised!To know you’re no longer alone,United, together, Forever,As one Soul in an infinite verse,Love, the grandiose Poem of the Universe.
Somebody you know,
Doesn’t care if we All croak,Truth distorted and well chokedDon’t complain when we’re all brokeWe ourselves have sunk our boat!
How do you play
Tears are liquid pain,Not always seen,Emptiness, a phase,That’s harsh and lean,Lost in space,Hardly any light,Left to redeem.How do you play,Depression’s scene?You look at the Sea,Hoping for a dream.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Time and kicks and hurtsMake you learn and discernThat all your toldMay not be true,And that life is notAn open, upward Rocket.