The Poets find Paradise
In poetry
Away from the lies
Of normalcy
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Too little airspace, too much oil
Too many heavy weapons on the soil
Too many ready warring factions
In position to take actions
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Mamma' è stata la prima parola intelligibile
Nata dalla bocca di un bambino,
E 'papà' è stata pronunciata per seconda,
Facendo ridere l'universo intero.
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On the screen of your eyes, I can read
Countless beautiful poems. Darling, I dared to write,
To excite, to venerate, and to honor you.
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Everything you say
Is enough for me
Everything you do
Pleases me
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I wonder every day, what happened to Freedom?
What happened to Justice? Justice and Freedom
Should walk or march hand in hand, together
Things are bad, worse than ever, bitter not better
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We had Christmas about fifty days ago,
And then New Year's Day a week later.
Presently, it's Valentine's Day on the go;
Crazy lovers are planning to get together.
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Sometimes, we have had a good and blessed day
But we failed to acknowledge that fact
The weather was as beautiful as a peacock
It was sunny and the visitors were observing the bay
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Countless serious Poets are among us
Countless great thinkers are with us
Poetry should deal with objectivity
Not spurious subjectivity
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The real history knows how
To pick great men/women who know how
To serve, help, protect, defend and lead.
Great leader fights all the way
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