I can only read you,
Words that hurt so much,
And yet I feel you,
In everything I touch.
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What do we love,
It’s not only their face,It’s not only their eyes,Above all it’s the Soul,That shines, identifies,And silently signifies,Love’s mysterious, flowing tide.
Invisible currents
To another,No words neededJust, one anotherNo other feelingIn this World as great,Than when you, say‘Yes, I love you’Because loveIs a natural forceThat simply cannot wait.
Politicians, bad actors,
They lie thru their pores,They work hard to fool us,Not One honest word,Do they play nor they say.
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
There are poems
Others thatLeave you,Totally cold,But we mustRead on,Write onBecause sometimes,Surprise, surpriseWe find,That hidden gold!
We know so much,
The Tribal flux,Looks for no acquittal.Today we are no different,Than all the Others,The Country is living,Its saddest hours…