It makes no difference
Whether it is poet freak or Hello poetry
The sites are different
The loopholes are quite apparent
Human psyche is the same
There may be only a change in name

Good poets are every where respected
Fake poets are easily detected
Great poets are always adored
Eternal poets are highly revered

If writing poetry becomes a poet’s obsession
He tries his best to achieve perfection
The main aim of poetry is to please
Our tension it will soon release

The aim of a great poet is to instruct
But every poet’s intention is to construct
The platform for comraderie
Writing poetry is not a reverie

Poetry consoles, delights
Instructs, pleases, and relieves
Even our greatest psychic pain
Writing or reading poetry is a spiritual gain

an ignored mountain so used to abrasion
it can hardly notice any of its mutation

the wandering man is stunned by its existance
not seeing its damage from off in a distance

every night the mountain wonders just how long it will be alone
constantly shielding the valley while having no shield of its own

so it disintegrates into a boulder, so easily moved
the exterior hardened as nature often proves

the rock always envied the clay its ability to mold
its ability to heat instead of remaining cold

but he cannot change the rock,
he cannot change the world, he cannot reverse the clock

and as soon as this man takes off and sets sail
the rock will discover that it is nothing but shale

so here it starts,
a boy meets girl
they both decide
to give love a whirl

a couple years later
and it's going great
'til the day she finds
she wants to choose her own fate

he asks, "what happened?"
he doesn't understand
she replies, "im scared,
this love is too grand."

she asks him how he knows
that everything will be fine
he answers, "I will be yours,
and you will be mine."

he doesn't see the risk
of jumping into love
he doesn't see the payoff
as something they may fall short of

she knows that what she's doing
is messing up what could be
but she just can't stop doing it
she yearns for him to see

there is no known path
she can take to this destination
what if she loses her way
and gives in to that temptation

she knows it's her own fault
but really, it's for the best
this love would've ended, as most do,
with each party distressed

she doesn't want him to blame her
it will only push her farther away
but she longs for him to know
that its him she thinks of every day.

GOOGLE’S LOVE ADVICE
© Louis Brown

His relationship with girls was somewhat awful
He'd used less than brilliance in that world
So he searched the internet for wisdom he could get
To get some ***** kisses from the girls

Folks told him Google had a lot of answers
And he learned a lot by reading Romeo
And since he studied Hindu, they like what he is into
He's popular with all the girls he knows

IT JUST TOOK SOME GOOGLE’S LOVE ADVICE
NOW IN HIS ARMS THEY WANT HIS LOVING THRICE
AND OLE GOOGLE TAUGHT HIM PLOYS
PUTTING SHAME TO ALL THE BOYS
IT JUST TOOK SOME GOOGLE’S LOVE ADVICE

He found they wanted more than pretty roses
And though some sweet perfume may change their mood
The **** tips He googled means overtures by the oodles
The girls all want a piece of this young dude

So now his black book's full of pretty girls
And they call him well before he starts his day
Every time he learns new angles they love to get entangled
Learning those love lessons from Bombay.


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Bridge:  Old Google taught him every new approach
                             Now when it comes to romance he's the coach……..

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