Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

During My Incarceration Mother Visited Me. She Had In Some Way Managed To Leave The Workhouse And Was Making An Effort To Establish A Home For Us. Her Presence Was Like A Bouquet Of Flowers; She Looked So Fresh And Lovely That I Felt Ashamed Of My Unkempt Appearance And My Shaved Iodined Head.'you Must Excuse His Dirty Face,' Said The Nurse.mother Laughed, And How Well I Remember Her Endearing Words As She Hugged And Kissed Me: 'with All Thy Dirt I Love Thee Still.

Your Pain May Give Laugh To Somebody But Your Laugh Shouldn't Give Pain To Anybody

Life Can Be Wonderful If You're Not Afraid Of It. All It Takes Is Courage, Imagination ... And A Little Dough

Words Seem So Futile, So Feeble. You Are All Such Lovely, Beautiful People ... Thank You.

My Technique Is The Outcome Of Thinking For Myself, Of My Own Logic And Approach; It Is Not Borrowed From What Others Are Doing.