Different Strokes of Poetry

We need to think neither fate nor hate We need to drink of love and the dove We need to think neither gate nor bait We need to think of openness and wilderness We need to think neither State nor weight We need to think of people to people and beetle to beetle Sign in to see full entry.

Bruised was I at one time But I got better and stick to staying better An approach to bruise that makes you feel better and not stick with fetter. Sign in to see full entry.

I don't hurt easily nor engage in flattery, but I hurt real bad and appreaciate real great when I am convinced and mean it Perhaps this is me, extreme in many ways but that is me and let me be for it takes all kinds to make the world. Sign in to see full entry.

Or love hurts and hate blurts, then sit back before retorting it's not worth perpetuating It's better to count ten and get oneself a nice fan and understand the deeper causes that lead to these brushes It's better to get to the root rather than give the hating person the boot Why's he that way what... Sign in to see full entry.

Breathing down your neck, tossing you up, pulling the rug from under your feet: that's what pressure is all about. The weeping blackmail, or the thumping of one's chest, or the hunger strike: yet another version of presssure. Beating the blackmail or dealing the pressure a blow, or just ignoring it,... Sign in to see full entry.

Take life as it comes for tomorrow may not be ours But take life as it comes As tomorrow may be yours If tomorrow is not ours we cannot have the chance to experience life And if tomorrow is ours there's too much to do to experience life Sign in to see full entry.

When someone's Life is at the threshold of exit and one is told so, many things do not fit as to how one can see the door We hope may be against hope that the diagnosis is not true, but somewhere, oh nope! is the harsh possibility of turning blue So many things - through the mind rush on such types... Sign in to see full entry.

Each expresses things differently Cos we are made differently Each expresses things differently Cos they feel differently Each has a history That each knows best But yet a history That another can attest Each has a vision That she cherishes Each has a mission That she embellishes So can we be... Sign in to see full entry.

I wish I could look through your eyes So I could understand your vision I wish I could hear through her ears So I could hear the different tune she does I wish I could feel the touch like he does So I could touch people I wish I could smell through their noses So I would wake up and smell (not the... Sign in to see full entry.

I can see the strummin but I can't hear it I can feel the riot of colours in the painting but I can't see it I can steal the thunder but I can't feel it I can pick the garbage but I can't smell it She can hear the strummin but she can't see it She can see the colours but she can't feel it She can... Sign in to see full entry.