Best Adapting Poems

To embrace something with full acceptance
for the beauty or the worth that it conveys 
is an adventure that offers more excitement;
would this occur if there were no influence? 
I've adapted to new ideas and made them my own 
to ignite inspiration and do excellent, timeless...

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Growing up is not at all what it seems.

You have to be at work early and keep a strict routine. 

No summer break, running through the sprinklers or first kisses at the lake.

Everything is now either a make or a break. 

You now have a...

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Adapting around. 


Salutations to the salamander which is an extraordinary being; 

It can live in water it's whole life like a fish or walk on land both life giving; 

they have normally four toes on the front legs and five digits on both of the...

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Peter and I are together and we’re in a grove.
Time is our treasure, precious and dwindling.

I watch for signs of the future unfolding, 
like a twitch that might be the first sign of a stroke.

Answers will come - slowly - or they’ll parachute in from...

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Tick   Tick   Tick
I sit here and wait
before my final walk,
those final few moments of my fate,
straight through the cell door.

The clock is ticking,
I have too finally admit
to sins I have committed.
I wonder how i got this far.

I fought fiercely overseas
for my...

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Schmooze me darling, my appetite is rapt.
Drinks with umbrellas - a tropical freeze.
Cruise for teal blue waters whilst I adapt.
Shrinks the mainland - aims towards* coconut trees.

Muse takes the wheel - island adventure mapped.
Winks his erotic eye - how wild the seas.
Weather for sailing -...

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Adapting To Change
Written: by Miracle Man
January 18, 2021

God gave man ability to adapt to change,
It's the only thing in life that's never ending.
We're often suffering through times of disarrange,
while fighting change, instead of yielding or bending.

From inception man begins his march toward death,
encountering and adapting...

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Adapting the Craft

			My father looked up Zealot Street
			toward the mountain where ore
			buckets hung to cart the coal.
			“Don’t go near the mine” he repeat-
			ed, the chant of elders who fore-
			warned him of the dangerous hole.
			He’d just go up through Bessie’s place
			to find a young tree with...

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Barbershops all closed,

                                         a Covid...

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Life always changes.
People come and go, often.
The whirlwind’s embrace....

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