They say I have colours,
Patches of black and white,
I'm fine with them,
Invisibly problem free,
...
Herald thee beloved
Thy breeze
Thy fragrant
Warm as thine presence
...
Oh my eyes, the atrocities I see!
Humans destroying humans,
Religions extinguishing religions,
Brothers endangering sisters,
...
Face
All social issues
Boldly and consistently
Practically seeking the vulnerable
...
Life is essential,
It's essence is survival,
Survival is to experience,
It's beauty, the faunas and flora,
...
lingering memories in a coma,
Of the moon shining so bright,
Gazing brightly in the dark skies,
The galaxy bearing witness,
...
I hear songs of peace, love and unity,
All equating equality since the 1st century,
From various Races, Tribes, languages and Nations,
Rich and poor coherently rejoicing.
...
Nature's magical existence
Everything at its core setting
Flourishing to decomposing
For billions of years
...
I'm not a loner,
I'm not shy,
I'm quite,
Composed, listening and forcused
...
Today I had a rocky day,
I sat on my rocky chair,
Then my bell rung,
And decided to take a walk,
...
YOU are a Hallo!
After a secret kiss,
A friend without introduction,
A fruit that was forbidden in the garden of eden,
...
I carry your words.
I remember your voice,
It's like poison choking my neck,
To the depth of my soul,
...
Weary and torn,
Displaced to no destination,
The storm has taken over,
The wind blowing vigorously,
...
Love came,
Took me to a fall,
Full of emotions,
In a green garden
...
You my shining Star
Dawn arises in your smile
In each others arms
We dialogue wordlessly
...
Colours Of My Skin.
They say I have colours,
Patches of black and white,
I'm fine with them,
Invisibly problem free,
Comfortably satisfying.
They relate to them as,
Black and white stains,
I never knew black can stain,
Renowned colour of concept.
What is the issue with patches,
For me they relate to beauty,
Enhance the artistic within,
Kill boredom, revive life.
Black and white patches,
Culture they call it,
For me it's knowledge,
Colour has information,
Thus I see wisdom,
Being colourless.
Yes you might see stains,
Patches of black and white,
A cocktail if visible,
For me concept has it's initiator,
I'm colourless,
Colour is in my vision.
Hi Anzelyne, It was amazing on the 9th of July. I was so surprised. Say a big hello to your sister and he wonderful man. Please remain in contact. Peace, Paul
Thanks Fabrizio Frosini your advice and guidance is highly appreciated.
dear Anzylyne, if you wish, you can post ''Mr Terror'' at PH. It'll be published in the ebook ''POETRY AGAINST TERROR'', but being it a free ebook, there is no problem with posting a poem of the collection Ciao
life is a reflection, but don't let me be your mirror.Reflections are a prejudice.
Terrorism is a scary lifestyle, that Renders everybody an ambassador for peace.
Love is the salt of the earth for everything is seasoned with it.
Bad attitude is poison to one's soul.
Home is where i'll die without fear.
A pen is an exotic weapon
Life is a compulsory journey without detour! !
I never 'was' because 'iam'.
I love your scent of roses, bleeding from your redbloodcells, raises my Haemoglobin.
I love Bubble Gam Tastes like your lips.
Writing is an act of authenticity
Remnants create history
If you can't chew it grind it
Hi Anzelyne, I enjoyed reading your new piece. I wish to inspire you to continue. You have the muses in your thoughts, Many good wishes, Paul