People fear what they do not understand. Especially when it is a person who does not conform to their narrow and rigid ideologies.
Nobody sees what I am doing
Am I a secret psychopath?
Who’s just waiting for the moment
To unleash his secret wrath?
Or am I just a man that’s chosen
To follow a different path?
That leads to a secret garden
Where I enjoy a fragrant bath
I’m not allowed to have opinions
That differ from the faceless mob
To find pleasure in the quiet
Or satisfaction with my job
I must want more than base contentment
If I don’t, myself I rob
The cacophony of their voices
Drowns out my wearied sob
I’m not long in melancholy
For I live in a secret land
Where happiness is no real secret
It’s in the palm of every hand
Just follow where YOUR path will lead
The destination’s truly grand
When you arrive you’ll find contentment
My secret you now understand
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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