In your simplicity,
read to the neanderthals
or speak
to the lawyers
taunted by their smarts.
Both will do fine
though.
But you must
spin on the Ferris wheel
or dash up a bitter mountain
or sing to the crows
instead of doves
to the thing
that is compared to
the waves that greet the cliff.
Violent.
Majestic.
Don't be a wall.
See what lies beyond
a sky, any sky
so that you can soar, then fly.
That is beauty.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
