Love cries for man.
Man cries for pelf.
Pelf cries for power.
Power cries for vigour.
Vigour cries for vitality.
Vitality cries for life.
Life cries for survival.
Survival cries for eternity.
Eternity cries for the divine.
The divine cries for 'love'.
And still 'love' cries for man........
humm.....end to end LOVE in this poem compelled me love it! 10+
Life is a perpetual repetition.To reiterate, this circular pattern is found throughout our daily lives.
Sorry It is me again... No I cannot be the only fan you have in that Fan-Club of Yours... Nine hundred and ninety just could not get through to sing your praise. The lines just crashed leaving me One Man in a Thousand.... to call you 'Truest of Poets'
Do you see how Wise this poet was to recognise pure talent when I see it? Without Doubt some of the truest words that I have ever written in response to any other Poet in my Life. To have an amazing effect to change my way of life... Now that is what I really call ' True Poetry' Kind Regards. As Always Philip
You have Nailed it as they say, Right between the Eyes, Stone Cold, Dead Right, On the Money! Talent, Well you have Talent, No not just Talent...Gifted Magic. Appreciated Gifted Magic.There I said it and mean it, Now Lock that praise away in a box marked 'My Ego' then only bring it out for the moments when you need to be inspired. My Kindest Regards Philip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent one mam.......very interesting.......