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A World of Ideals

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Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.

Introduction

To any honest thinker about fife, it's a tough choice to decide between idealism and realism -- since they seem to overlap. Dreams and idealizing are not merely an "escape from reality", but also its creating force.

So someone who said: Dreams die first, then we die", must have been on a right track.

It may not be much of a surprise that all those sourpusses calling themselves "hard core realists" are usually cynics, paranoid depressives, chronic skeptics, in short, people with an amputated soul.

Of course, since no extremes are good, someone lost in their dreamland may experience some bruises while bumping into reality -- but then, who knows, maybe they don't mind it. After all, if always choosing a sunny side over the shaded one makes some sense, why not create an emotional "tropical climate" with a lots of sunshine everywhere.

With the next three pieces I am starting my new little series that I am calling "From my soul's library of rhymes". I'll be throwing in some of my romantics between every few "serious" pieces of prose in rhymes and my satires -- just to remind my readers that all that seriousness is just a matter of my ever playful mind.

No Poem or a Song Could Ever Succeed to Describe Love, as Words Are in Domain of Mind, Not Heart. -- Val Karas

No Poem or a Song Could Ever Succeed to Describe Love, as Words Are in Domain of Mind, Not Heart. -- Val Karas

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

-- Dr. Seuss

Love, and Nothing But

Love...

Is its magic potion mixed in heavenly heights

or in volcanic crater of groin so happily insane

too sweet not to hurt from those very first sighs

with each orgasmic face expressing joy and pain.


Love...

That colorful glow emanating from a soul

circus of some blinding fireworks and craze

that emotion so capable to deceive and cajole

making us surrender to its nowhere ending maze.


Love...

Sweet poison to mind and its every sane reason

secret behind so many wars, ambitions, and fame

in a constant reluctance between freedom and prison

well, who really needs hate, if love can ignite the same.


Love...

Source of every beauty, sonnet, and ballet finesse

a reason to be born and sometimes also to die

every poet's enigma impossible to express

with reasons to laugh, and reasons to cry.


Love...

Moonlights and roses and wine combined

cannot spell a right name of that emotion

beyond any word invented by mind

only felt as a sweet devotion.


Love...

A true measure of life, without which we're slowly dying

but instantly resurrected by a certain single glance

just one promising smile that leaves us sighing

like a drop on a dry soil in its joyful dance.

Love...and nothing but.

In a Soul's Garden Hidden From the Eyes of the World Are Flowers Hiding Not to Be Stepped On. -- Val Karas

In a Soul's Garden Hidden From the Eyes of the World Are Flowers Hiding Not to Be Stepped On. -- Val Karas

If one of the most interesting places to be is your inner world, you will never be bored when you are alone.

-- Sahara Sanders

A Divine World of Soul's Magic

It's a world that I choose to know

filling up my soul's library of rhymes

capable of setting my whole life aglow

connecting old age with childhood times.


In colors so psychedelic are these butterflies

aimlessly visiting one flower then another

in fancy where only limit is blue skies

sanctuary where nothing can bother.


Willful intent in charge of the stage

orchestrating inner symphony of love

doing this fine job transcending my age

as if drawing its energy from heaven above.


I run out of words trying to describe this joy

where nothing is missing to make life complete

what looks like problem feels like my favorite toy

with life a purpose to itself just happening so sweet.


Oh, yes, sometimes I make those outside trips

pretending to care about collective illusions

holding the humanity in a constant grip

of some common sense delusions.


That's when I'm writing my wise ass satires

am I really being serious -- or I just pretend

playing someone who couches and inspires

faking it all, while they fake they understand.


But how could it possibly spoil anything at all

in this inner world where harmony is the rule

well, I am merely answering to my inner call

but no one graduates in highest life school.

We Step into a True Friendship with a Pure Heart, Just Like We Do It with a True Love. -- Val Karas

We Step into a True Friendship with a Pure Heart, Just Like We Do It with a True Love. -- Val Karas

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.

-- Elisabeth Foley

Friendship, a Priceless Gift to Life

Going through life like puppies wagging tails

we may turn total stranger into a dear friend

sending out this signal that's trying not to fail

one of soul willing to love and to understand.


Isn't it so wondrous how little at times it may take

to find a fellow human on a same heart's page

often leading to gestures beyond handshake

with magic in what two hearts may engage.


Friends give to life that extra spice

making us laugh sharing our sorrows

turning gloomy day into something nice

highlights of memories and all tomorrows.


An alter-ego, so it's said, isn't easy to find

just like a true love for all the times ahead

as we are all so different at heart and mind

hard to please -- more than it could be said.


But then, no one is asking for a perfection

it is what two imperfect people can create

often a matter of capacity for satisfaction

making our friendship mediocre or great.


As always, it's something based on take and give

when a heart feeds heart not asking for a return

and at testing times it comes easy to forgive

wisdom of friendship -- something to learn.

© 2020 Val Karas

Comments

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Brenda -- It's always a big feat of a logical mind not to lean towards generalizing -- because most of the people are prone to it. What gives me such a fun writing about human values -- or lack of them -- is this freedom of "shooting in the dark", because there are always "some", not all folks, who will, whether intellectually or emotionally, relate to it.

You can practically write about any human topic, and you are surely telling someone's intimate truth.

It's almost like giving recipes for meat preparation -- meat eaters may use them, and vegans won't care.

Likewise, the stuff that I am writing about is not a "universal wisdom", it's all a subject to people's intellectual tastes.

If I really cared about my popularity and traffic, I guess I would be just smart enough to cater to the most of the tastes -- which would be easy just by scrolling down the Feed. But I am not an appeaser by nature.

I just write what gives me fun, and then some folks like it, others don't, and some are faking it.

Isn't that great that we all have different DNA and fingerprints?

Just felt like saying all this.

You seem to be one of those with whom I am often on the same page, or at lest on the next one.

And I am grateful -- it gives me some company on this Hub Pages.

Have a great day, my friend, and a month, and .. well, tell God I meant the rest of your life.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on January 04, 2021:

Val,

Happy New Year & nice to see you.

I enjoyed reading your poetry. Certainly love can be a place between freedom & prison, a sweet poison.

I like the phrase about faking it & others faking an understanding but it doesn't matter for it is one following his dream in life.

Take care & have a nice day.

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Peggy -- Happy New Year to you too, and thanks for your nice words of praise, my friend.

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

Bhattuc -- Thank you. All the best to you as well.

Val Karas (author) from Canada on January 04, 2021:

John -- Thanks. It's a pleasure to receive a praise from someone being successful with poetry.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on January 01, 2021:

Those are some beautiful poems! Wishing you a very Happy New Year! Your muse did well on these pieces.

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on December 31, 2020:

Well composed. Happy new year.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 31, 2020:

Val, I know you don’t like praise or consider yourself a poet...but that was some damn fine poetry. Happy New Year my friend.