Best Futures Poems

A spectacle there before my eyes 

The return of love from a painful demise

Though time has passed for a heart to roam

Destiny beholds and guides us home

A reunion kiss breathless to share

Love to make beyond compare

Faithful gesture soft and sweet

Leaves us raptured and swept off...

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Dare I dream about a future cottage,
Where I live suits me well,
The beautiful tall trees and walkways,
There is a serene lake nearby,
Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past,
In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake,
The sounds of nature are...

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Intergalactic travel reveals some kinks.
Man visited mars and left a sphinx.
Cydonia and Mesopotamia saw new futures borne.
The “Tower of Babel” and ancient technology…men mourn.
Was man’s “spirit world” formerly preserved on Mars?
Did “sons of God” once travel among the stars?
Egyptians learned to build sphinxes to provide...

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"The Looped Vision of Futures"



The loop plays non-stop
the needle steps out of time 
into the groove of you and me
all of us played for time we are their revelry

hockey pucks struck by 
the quiet hidden demons
smiling and licking their lips 
already tasting our souls on...

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My past,
part of this present,
yet not desperately all
or I live too mortally
in our past;
still breathing
heart beating
but no other present signs 
of hopeful life.

Just so,
this present
part of our future,
yet not all,
Or we have already died
without our Great Promise;
reluctantly 
still shallow breathing
heart dissonantly beating
yet without future active...

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There were days left over;
	this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.

wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
	         ...

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I believe in futures,
God's miracles guest.

The friendship with relatives and friends,
Sometimes I dream of having a boyfriend and husband again.

I used to dream of becoming a performer,
Singing a solo, I sang the song "Wiseman Say".

The seniors in the dinning-hall all clapped,
We are having an Elvis...

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Seems companies are betting big
    on real estate in the metaverse…
I cannot possibly surmise
    an investment in a scheme that’s worse.
Perhaps you’d like an NFT?
    Afraid it’s all fungible to me…
Or maybe cryptocurrency?
   ...

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Possible Futures

For some of us, what was to be our future?,
now lies upon the decomposing pages of our past.

We have let it slip through our fingers,
like sand slipping through the neck of an hour glass.

The only reminder, dust clinging to its inside walls.
Hazy, delusional images...

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I worry for the future
 disappointed in these power games 
  those in charge play yet never suture.
They seem to act maliciously
 for the populace but for themselves 
  they alone are all that matter ambitiously.
What of the common man or woman
 the...

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HISTORY HAS A WAY
OF REPEATING ITSELF.
WHEN YOU RESEARCH
THE PAST
YOU'LL DISCOVER THE
FUTURE. 
AS YOU CONTINUE
YOU'LL REALIZE WHAT'S AHEAD.
THE MORE I UNCOVERED
THE MORE INTERESTING
I FOUND THE FUTURE TO BE.
HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE.
THOSE IN THE PAST
WERE PRESENT IN THE FUTURE.
THIS WAS A MYSTERY
I HAD TO UNRAVEL.

I PUSHED MY...

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I bet

you sweat...

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Why should
or would
or could authority of competing violent colonizing pasts
outweigh responsibility for our cooperative co-arising futures?

People with disabling histories
seem to be more honest,
transparent,
to speak thirsty truth
to disintegrities of egocentric abilities
practiced to disempower others,
stalking chronic vulnerability to WinLose ZeroSum enculturation.

Sometimes candid integrity,
honesty,
if not dismissed as pie...

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I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy.

Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked.
“A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,”...

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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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