Started to write poetry in
Some of his poems
Comes from titles of songs.
And others comes from his head.
The poems of Aldo Kraas
Are full of flavors.
Poetry writing is a gift that
God had given to Aldo Kraas.
Aldo had read his poems at two open mike's in Toronto
Aldo participate in three poetry workshops
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Aldo Kraas Poems
MY LOVE, YOUR LOVE, HIS LOVE, AND OUR LO...
My love, your love, his love, and our love Are all different from each other Let me tell you about my love first My love is very weak
Where do I get the courage? Where do I get the courage to go on living again? To come out of my shell? To pray again?
A BLANK SCREEN
I turned on my computer today And My mind is blank I look into a blank screen
Destiny where do I find you? Destiny where can I look for you? Destiny where are you hiding? Why are you hiding from me?
My friend is praying for you Lord He needs you in his heart So please Lord Enter my friends heart right now
She Will Never Walk Alone
She will never walk alone She has God on her life She will never walk alone God is on her side
PLENTY OF ANGER
There is plenty of anger inside of me It has to stop Why is there so much anger inside of me? My anger is part of my frustration
Paris A wonderful city A place for lovers Paris
DON’T CRY FOR ME AFRICA
Don’t cry for me Africa Because I will never let you out of my mind I hear your voices people of Africa I hear your cries people of Africa
I have A brain That is always tired And always running out of energy
SUPERMAN MY HERO
Superman my hero Is just like my friend It was just what I want him to be Superman my hero
HYMN TO THE WOMAN
Woman You are God's gift to the world Woman You are
SNOW SNOW SNOW
Snow snow snow Is Falling From
ALL THE ANGELS ARRIVED FOR TRADE MARTIN
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MY LOVE, YOUR LOVE, HIS LOVE, AND OUR LOVE
My love, your love, his love, and our love
Are all different from each other
Let me tell you about my love first
My love is very weak
Like the baby
That had just been born
Is very strong
Like the thunder
That is going on in the sky
Is very special
Because he is giving
It to us right now