I'm too deep
into poetry
I forget
my bank account
is empty
and yet
I well know
no poet
can make money
from their poetry

but I still write
with the greatest intensity
and have some pity
for the rich
who scorn poetry
(how they miss-
miserably!)

My pen
I'll hold dearly
content, happy
despite my poverty

In the stillness of this lonely night, I feel your absence so deeply.
Sounds of our laughter play in my mind, their lovely sounds creep in.
In my dreams, I see your bright smile, but when awake, I tend to weep.
It's me, your girl, wishing you were here, in my arms, forever to keep.
Though miles may lie between us this week, and my nights seem awfully long,
it's then, when I look to the stars above, that they remind me of your eyes shining into mine.
My thoughts are always consumed with you, which is where they belong.
I'm sending my love to you across the darkened skies.
Soon, in the coming days, we will again be side by side,
and all the pain of you not being physically near will subside.
Until that day arrives, I'll think of you constantly,
and dream of when you'll be here holding me.

They are truly rich
   who seek
   other lives
   to enrich

The true guru
don't forget-
it's none other
than you!

I can't love life
    unless poetry I love:
    over all the tedium
     of living it hovers above