His emotional intelligence was quite high
Yet when he saw poetic injustice he‘d cry
There were those who thought he was shallow
Because his outlook on life was so mellow
...
A sensuous breeze whispered in my ear
All the lovely things I wanted to hear
I wondered if this magic would disappear
Or was it because her presence was near
...
A cooing dove sang to us
As we sat beneath our tree
I wonder if the dove could see
That the limbs of the tree
...
I want to be around
Not have my soul bound
To pick up the peaces
When she does with me
...
He was guided by a mysterious star
Traveling tirelessly near and far
The people in his travels he did greet
Aimlessly looking for his beloved sweet
...
In my current state of mind I'm living in paradise
There is nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise
I see the beauty in my poet friend's souls
...
I awoke startled at dawn
Looking everywhere for her
The enticing smell of her hair
Was still permeating the air
...
She writes with kindness and flair
Sometimes she's in despair
At other times she's strong
And nothing can go wrong
...
Uncommon words
Uncommon grammar
Others flitter like birds
But Poets don’t stammer
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When continents collide
Will humankind abide
By the cosmic will
Or will we stand still
...
I thought I heard a whisper in the breeze
It seemed to say stay with me please
It sounded so soft and peaceful
I couldn't help but fall to my knees
...
Lora Lee sat next to me
I gazed into her eyes
It made me think
Did I see her wink
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Emotional Intelligence
His emotional intelligence was quite high
Yet when he saw poetic injustice he‘d cry
There were those who thought he was shallow
Because his outlook on life was so mellow
In frustration one day he exclaimed
That his good poet fellows had been framed
In turn his outlook on life was strained
And his emotional intelligence was drained
Alas all good poets must cry
As they look up at the sky
Quietly wondering why
Their poems don’t fly
A man of kindness and sweetness, with great sensitivity, translated into poetry.