Best Not Too Distant Future Poems

The waters trickling under the
crossing bridge grows ever dormant

And on the one and only discernable
route into this village languishing beneath
there is a old rickety swinging sign that says

" Welcome to Eden "

We trust you enjoy your stay

Where the church choir in the district
can be muffled...

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five days of ecstasy
followed by seven days of anguish
trying to catch his breath
his ghosts, get there first
and he crashes

as reality sets in,
sadness overwhelms 

memories scattered throughout his room
serve as bittersweet comfort
forcing a smile, while on the verge tears
he begins to pick up the pieces left...

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A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....

As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those...

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In the not so distant future, just can't say when although
I think about you time and time again. Soon we'll meet
becoming the best of friends, you are my Godsend.

You'll probably laugh when I try to croon for your lovely
heart I come to swoon even though...

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Is Mans Destruction by Earth

In the not to distant future
when the Clouds are gone forever
And an Omen is reality at best

Technology, and greed for more
Resources not replenished
beginning of the end of Human quest

When the skies no longer cater
to the feathered ones of Nature
and the food...

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WE ARE POLLUTION
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In the beginning, its said we were just dust,
Conjecture or, simply words I don't trust.
Even the big bang theory is not a positive must.
For the truth in all manner of things, I do lust.
I know it's out there, we've just scratched the crust.
I...

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Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared I'd fall within its haze.

Trapped by the door on the ceiling of my cranium's oubliette, 
Where light had broken yonder...

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You see them all the time,
the Stepford wife 
and her counterpart,
the bronzed over, buffed high sheen,
man bun walking in skinny jeans,
so tight they squeak...
HIPSTER as they pass on by. 

With a flower in the beard, 
the artisans musk hinting the air,
bees wax soap and a...

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Dare Listen
            by Odin Roark

Time chooses to whisper,
Having endured shouting decades,
A species’ feigned listening,
Maelstrom's obsessive noise-making.

Still persistent
Is but a parade,
A just married tin can raucous
Tied to mankind's bumper.

How tenuous one’s duration.

Yesterday…

Sitting inside time's tree...

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Two decades plus something and counting

My life in this world is taking shape finally

The Twists and turns of the world I'm now understanding

And I'm beginning to treat life more maturely

 

Fast forward to the not so distant future

I see myself a married and established being

Instilling...

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In a Perfect World, the world would have to be just so - perfect!
On the sixth day of creation God said to his Son, ALL things are 
perfectly good - in both heaven and on earth!
The Father created this globe, called earth, perfect and serene,
And...

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My better other half 

Who I call Secsee

Today did say to me 

If you wish to continue our sexual liaison's 

Or want me to have sex with you ever again

The next time you take or need a Pish 

Then you better remember to leave the...

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As days go, this has not been one of the best

But after giving myself a good talking to

I've realized not all days are created equal
 
It's the lunatic fringe that are wreaking havoc

Ask anyone on the street and I'm certain

99.9% are peace loving folks who...

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You were born in Clermont, Queensland on December, twenty-four, 
Away back circa eighteen sevn'ty-two. 
Edward Jones now had a fifth child, whom his dear wife Anna bore, 
Their second son and both were proud of you. 
 
They'd migrated out from Ireland back in eighteen...

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Standing on the shoulder's of giant's 

Where we over reliant 

To place our faith in the footballing God's

When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath

And the crowd stood silent

Our race was run

And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome 

For us the end...

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