My poetry
My guide
My loving cheer,
How not to love you
If your melody
Thru my days
You slide,
Like golden waters
And inspirational,
Tide.
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There are loves and loves so different,
Some are sad, some are resistant,Some euphoric, some persistent,But they all have Someone’s name,And when gone, they hurt the same.
Can one attain perfection
So full of pain,Injustice, finely blurred,Maybe, maybe not,Depends on the eye, mind, fliesOf the beholder.Creating Art opens doorsThat are boulder,Imagination, Beauty fly,Art is communicative,To the beholderAnd seems to never lie,Authenticity, heart and imagination,Coming close to perfection,If it makes you smile or even cry.
Poetry should be read slowly,
Savored intensely,Like an aged French wine.
Today I did not write,
Do I have a right to counsel?To teach, to try to reach,For the Light of the stars?To preach, love and understanding,Thru Peace, not Violence?I think I do,We must always be true,To our best convictions,The liberty of heart and mind,Should have no restrictions.When will Life earn,The respect it deserves?Will it be when no human creatures,Are left…
Enamored by the Wind,
I dream in dreams of you,Much more than I can say.A Rose is not a rose,If love won’t come her way,And Love is just a song,The Wind decides to play.
There are no ‘scandals’
That decide what’s right or wrong,They’re by far a ‘Motley Crew’,And in Amazement, People say.‘Who, Knew? ‘