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Mystic Poet ~

“PHIL CAME TO VISIT SUNDAY!” a poem August 18, 2019 (Sunday)

He came over to visit just this afternoon!
My buddy Phil! Good ol’ Phil! He’s really quite “the loon!”
“Phil” means LOVE, and he knows-a-lot!
About-“love,” I guess! Here’s-some-of-what Phil’s taught:

  • Romance dies out very soon!
  • There’s only a temporary phenomenon of “flying over The Moon!”
  • The only “unions” that last – are just two people accepting a dull routine!
  • & – All “loving” couples separate pretty quickly; they get lazy or mean!

“Well, thanks, there, Phil, for reminding me again,
That HAPPY-is-a myth; your thoughts? are-going-IN-THE-BIN!
Yeah, Phil, I know – Appearances seem to substantiate every bloody thing you say;
However, I STILL DON’T BELIEVE IT! AND – I don’t believe much of anything else I might hear about today!

I DON’T BELIEVE: in Romance Novels, but I like the fire and steam;
Nor-in Medical Technology! It makes me wanna scream!
I don’t believe THERE’S NO – pot of gold over The Rainbow;
And I don’t believe THERE AREN’T “Silver Linings” in clouds that show!

I believe I LOVE YOU, Phil, but I don’t love your point of view;
And I think when I pour my gold on the clouds – MY TRUE-LOVE’S-inside-there too!”

“Well, that’s JUST STUPID,” said Phil, after I “said my peace!”
“Phil,” I said; “Good buddy – do you think your pessimism will ever cease!?”
“Heck, NO!” said Phil; “Besides, I-don’t want love or a lover,
I just want peace and quiet, a house – and a car that I can cover,
To protect it from the sun and rain, and I wanna live out my life with ease!”

I cried a little when Phil left the house – and I got down on my knees,
And I thanked LIFE for my wonderful family and a girl I’m crazy for!
And for PHIL, I thought: “Each-day, you-know I love him more and more!”

fin ♥

By Peace Truth

Life can be likened to a bouquet of roses, each with its unique charm. Some roses sparkle like raindrops, while others lose their luster in the absence of sunlight. Some roses wilt away with time, while others bloom in a kaleidoscope of colors. Some roses sag with drooping petals, while others captivate with their beauty. However, it is vital to acknowledge that the perception of beauty resides in the eyes of the beholder.