Robert Frost "Revelations"

What good is poetry if we fail to acknowledge the sublimity of others - writers or readers?

This Poem speaks so much about so many of us.

And, for many other reasons, this is one's one of my favorites.

Miss Luck

Hope.
Some mysteries are not to discover,
but kept a secret, forever.

Aphrodite

Goddess in her temple,
queen in her castle
she rules all that you see
she doesn't care,
neither 'bout you nor 'bout me

look at her bend and how perfect is her curve
she's the grand dish 'he' has ever served
shiny short skirt, treats you like dirt.
She's simply gorgeous - try and flirt
let me tell you what'll be:
she will smile and tell you to leave
she's just too pretty for either of us to believe

don't fall for the angel before you
the devil inside will get you - through and through
she's nobody's prize to keep on shelf
she's only to be worshiped day and night
don't fool yourself

see her move and slowly depart
you always knew you'd be apart
so, let her be, her jewel is her vanity
'Tis for good and better - don't even try to get her
save yourself the in-sa-ni-ty