Adventure Time Poems - Poems about Adventure Time

opposite my upstairs relaxation chair window-corner be a pendulum clock ...above a low shelf-cabinet and below a black and white buddhist meditation image... the pendulum keeps swinging but the reading doesn't change ...reflecting that a time reality be as our heart keeps ticking and we sew mental concepts... that can be set to one side because time be of constants that transcend and dent all changes in...

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time's sub-tracks tie-me to a now that's as some... pre-sent present pressing to pass-age in a timeless aware-nest stans sand ...

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Time could have the answer to all questions So everytime you fail don't be disheartened Shy away your fears and cure your lesions It is time that tells the moment for redemption Time is a treasure, plentiful but scarce But many people fail to realize There is too much time spent for wasting Yet they...

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(...t...i...m...e...) bubbles... i met me time-tie ...item-tie... time-item me stan sand...

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After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park, And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks. The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine, And the hummingbirds were in bliss, with their tour of daytime. Ducks upon the cool clear lake, gaily uttered the solitary word, As the thunder retains...

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Now I will tell you a story. Some of it might even be true. But that is for you to decide. Once I took a trip around the world. In a hot air balloon. For sure I went past the point of no return. As I left my footprints in the sand. And swung on ropes tied to the moon. Swam with the...

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I can’t be the best in this field But this isn’t the game of stardom This is the first step of excursion Now I’m going beyond the borders Pain is not a struggle nor weakness This is the way of knowing oneself It may not be now nor tomorrow But I’ll be better than today The start may be the hardest But the end...

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There is a beautiful world Couped up in my head. I'd love to share it with you, but I keep it bottled up instead. There are so many things I'd like to do and to say, but like every other time I say "some other day." I need to live in the moment, live in the here and now. The only problem I foresee, is that...

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i guess we are fantasies of the mind... another place another time ... embraced, in kind but set in place, where hearts and love is kind... solace, fantastic connection of the mind... embraced ... where we are joined time all time n space.....xox Don...

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I keep being asked why I'm returning It's the love and memory's I've felt The culture I feel I belong Southern hospitality that reaches the heart I've had many friends and memories I'll never forget It's time to make new ones on this return The hope I have as little as it is The joy I once felt to experience again It's my chance to start over...

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the bloody Y their time on earth it was complete, a gruesome death perchance did meet, books now balanced, of 'sow n reap', come up a level Alice. for your receipt, of malice, next time a better life to keep, perhaps you earned a palace? re: Russell Sivey, 'Murder in the Fog' Don Johnson...

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some come with motion from over the ocean and from the worlds young boys and girls they dance prance and sing do many thing that music world bring from many racist TODAYS MUSIC NEWFACES...

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I had to wait in a line for a urinal one day. This was during a home game in May. In front of me was an example of a pipsqueak. This little guy looked very worthless and weak. What he did would seem very peculiar. He voided enough urine to fill Lake Superior. Standing behind this runt was no fun. I wondered...

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its big its wide its city bright lights on this night its where to be WHERE THE LIGHT UP THE TREE...

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Soap bubbles float through mid-school breeze that crack our giggles, to the playful night, we dab the sheen film on oak trees or glue bobbed orbs on crushes’ kites And vapor-like, our summers warmly wrap the peek-a-boos squeaking tag games on moonlit field where foams eavesdrop; inviting tricks without a shame Long days collect more popping sprees as sticky piles...

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