Best Posterity Poems

Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway?

whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day?

that were never going to happen in their future anyway!

but they never want to go back to their past either way

and why can't they just...

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Each is the difficult sentence,
its essence unfolding
into the intangible...

second by second,
wisp by wisp,
to glean the question..

wherefore simmers
our common wreck?

is it lit ablaze,
like the final pyre,
or let drift
like the Viking dead,

to know our fire,
to know our fire...

to reach a common end..

does Eliot bloom now
in his final...

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so tell me then illustrious men
who've wandered far beyond the ken
Of we who strive with words and pen
to tell the world of  cock and hen
who roosted in the way back when
in lofts of thatch and wicker den
resting in the soggy fen
Or tending hind in...

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I write my poems for posterity:
To be trapped and preserved
In the pages of moth-eaten books,
To be discussed at universities
Hundred years after my death,
To be selected in syllabus and taught in
Classrooms of schools in remote lands,
In schools and exams to be summarized,
Shrunk into precis or its...

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Neither spouse should ever forget -
             In marriage, the courting never ends

~Paula Swanson



Placement:  9th...

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In men I see the future and the past
What could have been and what might be
Promises echo in stone caverns
I step on dusty footprints of déjà vu
I hear that familiar thump
Firelight flickers on well-worn walls
Fire that burns in a throbbing heart 
Lights up the souls...

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THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks.
The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix.

There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole.
The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of...

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The Live Oak Tree offers its shady limbs
As protection against the sun's beaming rays
It moves as the warm breeze flows churning hymns
About the oak in its younger days children played

Some little boys climbed 'pon its strong branches
Hidden behind its stout stable wide firm trunk
Not far...

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~ Posterity May Not Understand ~
 
           Why I traipse five miles a day
              to whittle time away

    ...

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Posterity 

Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
 sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall
“I shat...

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Written: June 12, 2024, For Constance la France Contest

Quote "Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. Translation" While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future."-Roman Poet Horace.

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Posterity, tell me now
who are you in this world?
everyone is talking about you
everyone is waiting for you
it seems you are the miracle
the savior eagerly waited for
Do not hide away from us
there is security for you
no time is time for you
come in haste to save all
that...

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PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY
awesome sensations
 compliant
 rapid
prodigious
astonishing

a visceral
  drifting into irrelevance
a cluster
  of strange nostalgia
 into memorys lane
a fragility
  of existence
fusing emotion

a meditation
  on mortal
 summoning subtlety
with a distracting
aura

such allusions
  of grandiosity
manipilated
  recalled
    by
      experience

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma...

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Legacy

Inheritors we are of depravity,
yet blame do we the ignorance of 
those whom graves stolidly invoke,
or pity do we the oblivion of 
the unborn, who, in our dirty shoes
shall sordidly rule the seven seas?

BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest
Date: 27th October 2021...

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We find deep inside ourselves
The traits of ancestors therein dwells
Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair
Our stature from … who knows where?

What we claim as thought process
We may be forced to re-address
Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see,
Our newer minds to think like he.

Our gait, as we...

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