Love goes, on and on..
Love goes, on and on…
1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true.
He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare.
Do we play or not?
Sometimes the truth is worst than a lie.
With the dare, accepted.
Maybe a secret can stay a secret?
2- Do we follow our father’s sin?
Or do we create our own sins?
Today I looked into a mirror and
I saw my father’s eyes.
When I speak. I hear my father’s voice.
I have my father’s anger and
I try to keep the anger at-bay.
I try to keep a hopeful face for my grandchildren.
Like my father, I had learn to accept less.
Give more.
3- Love goes on and on when my sweet love is near.
She bless me her kindness and
her eyes of love.
Teaches me, love is alive and wonderful.
She is what make, once sleeping man.
Arise each day and reach for more.
Coyote
What are you accepting less of? This is the 2nd poem I noticed that in recently. Are you okay or just singing the blues?
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I listen to the blues. The Jazz and blues give me reasons to write and remember. I am a old man now with five grandchildren. I do like the Jazz clubs. Thank you dear Nicole for the concern. I retired one month ago. I am fine. Finally editing 2500 poems and stories written since I started writing in 1971. A lot of the poetry, hidden in my 50 plus journals.
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This is so beautiful!!
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Thank you dear Kristian.
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Beautiful one.
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Thank you Sangita. A lasting love, is a blessing.
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Very true
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