How free we fare
riding all fear
How free we dare
knowing no fear
It is love, Precious
fly on
How new we are
spinning true love
How few we say
straining no more
It is soul, Honey
ply on
How cool it kicks
breaking all bounds
How fresh to splash
loving you on
It is God, Sweetie
pray on
This holiday season, may you folks take stock, and swim. It's the time for caring aloud, afresh. If you do, do. If you do not, check...do check again.
Be in love, people. And show it - okay, in your own way! Unique.
Just as the Internet happened upon us and changed our world, I foresee poetry in a new and renewed resurgence: the shorthand for social communication, back-stopping our drift away from heavy reading. Verses for the Masses promotes the Culture of "Popular Poetry", will help make our day, our way, our world, a better blend. Here be First Leg of my Literature Tripod & New Media Offerings. See "myblogversations" for Drama and "webloreswebtales" for Short Stories" on blogspot.com
1 comment:
Lovely poem - I love it. Keep writing and inspire my world.
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