How I See Things

I don't say "hello" to the horse
        but yes to the driver ... not that they are
        not worthy of consideration but
        is that they can't answer ...
       And if they answer, I can't understand ...
       Maybe I am the "donkey".
       of the case ...
       I realize I write what I imagine,
       i do poetry as long as i can ... so i
       do not write only "hallelujah glory" ...
       I speak of the human who errs, and that
       not usually fixes itself ... unless he
       was born "crooked" ....
       I consider there is not only one way, but
       all roads lead to a destination ...
       With poetry, I walk them all,
       and I always arrive ... is that poetry is
        equal to complacent hymen ... and yet
        forgive us.
       Many do not believe:
       That the man went to the moon ...
        The sea is not for fish ...
       Luck was never cast ...
       The law is rigid ... it's nothing ...
       just to the one that
       Does not have strength....
       I believe that :
       The blind sees everything with
        the eyes of the soul ...
        The deaf hears everything in
         absurd silence ...
        Butterflies are flowers that fly ...
        That's why I still love to taste
        from the wind ... God provides ...
        No handkerchief, but all documents ....
        Yes, because if I'm stopped in Blitz,
        I don't pretend to be arrested in life ...
        I wish something to be
         grateful sheltered ...
        Cheers! gentlemen
         and ladies ...!
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October 11, 2019 at 9:53 PM
Yes, the blind see and the deaf hear... I love that and I write, like you, what I'm inspired to write... I do like prompts now and again though. Your poem is awesome. God bless you always, love, Gina
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October 12, 2019 at 2:03 AM
Thank you for the awesome, indeed your comment is awesome...Yes i write i do love that i write no matter what the subject... Salute dear Gina, alkas
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October 11, 2019 at 12:47 PM
Hello Alkas, I like the lines:I considerthere is not only one way but all roads leads to a destination.With poetry i walk them all. I like these lines. Saulte Darlene. Have a nice day my friend.
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October 14, 2019 at 2:48 PM
Hello Alkas Poetry, today is Canada's Thanksgiving Day. poetry is my passion I do write with my heart.I hope you have a nice day, and I hope you had a nice weekend. Salute Darlene
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October 12, 2019 at 2:07 AM
Yes dear Farlene all rods lead to heaven if with live and write with love in the heart,,,Poetry is my guide mu almost holy prayer...Have a nice day and weekend dearest, salute Darlene alkas.
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October 11, 2019 at 10:52 AM
More words from a much more glorified poet that I need only speak your name Alkas!!! I was satisfied by your first "stanza" ending with "donkey"; but I'm glad you wrote more for this poem of yours Alkas. It's a great write& a great read. Always brilliant Alkas. Thank you.
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October 12, 2019 at 2:20 AM
Dear Jeff, i am not so glorious as you say, but i surely appreciate your kind comments...we do not understand what the animals , so we are the dumbs...have a nice day my dear friend, salute alkas
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October 11, 2019 at 9:58 AM
' Butterflies are flowers that fly ...' I loved that line, the entire poem was brilliant but that line really spoke to me. Nicely done
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October 12, 2019 at 2:17 AM
Chris you have a gentle heart and smiling soul. you appreciate the "belo" of poetry and i thakj you very much for such admirable comment, have a nice day dear, salute alkas
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