I loved the August rains when I'm not feeling the pains.
I loved calm October days. When I don't see the grays.
I hear the talks all over the town,
that pushes the spirits around.
Where is the modesty of the modest, where is true love?
where we live among the old age of the days
where the golden sun burns its rays
of the now and the past.
Poetic love will forever last.
Poets and poetess look at their own experience
to search for the purpose of what they write,
what it is that makes their heart bleed out like ink
just for the whole world to read,
If their purpose there shall be.
Beauty is kind if you choose the way of the free.
In what is right in our God's eyes.
It is not for the worlds way of wickedness
what we love is what hold truth,
But wickedness hold on to what is madness
that darkens the way for better days.
Oh! Please don't envy me for what I write
don't put hate too what it is I feel or bleed
what I write is my own poetic life.
Fiction or nonfiction, it is all good.
What I write is my own poetess write.
-Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
MY POETIC DIARY
PoetryThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
