Love love
With the mouse in my hand
Wildly runs the cursor
Ticks emails to erase.
Short of time to attend
Am losing most of them;
Yes, sadly, am aware…
Love is what we, all, want
And in which is no doubt.
This makes me think and ask:
"Why trash in trance? "
Thoughts take me to the dog
(A Chow-Chow, dark brown,
Sick, missing one of legs
And blind in both eyes;
Smelling like swamp…)
"It must go, "
Says woman:
"My husband…"
Clear is message…
Loves!
Loves!
Loves!
That is what we all want.
Love
Love
Love
Oh, love is the most must.
For love we, live indeed;
For it work and we kill!
(Read the love stories.)
But love is "A lost theme; "
Is sour and sweet;
It differs in meaning.
Look at the bombs, killings
And D-Day's gatherings;
(Winning over Hitler?)
Unlike most in marching
I stand in silently,
Then, I walk to graves
Watch medals and plaques.
We speak solemnly
And result is one thing
"Love-life has blessings."
See the hands stretched
Of killers and murdered…
Each seeking Forgiveness:
"I was led by devil…"
Then slow and calmly
Look at the Kremlin
And foes of KGB
And friends, if any…
Diplomats are laughing;
Well-cushioned, are joking:
"Let's fool them with dread,
By fanning terror, hate."
I return to river
Of blood, youngsters'…
Study the Wold's Wars
And many of locals;
Kabul to Syria
To Greeks', Persia's.
Using my nails and voice
Search for "Love, " my utmost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, that is what we need. For love we live, indeed; For it work and we kill! yes. love a mystery of the humans. tony