Best Supposition Poems

Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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Political leaders globally surmise our economic stability.
Their mind desires maximization of their capabilities.
They seek power that is not to be.
Do they enmesh via history?
Does it...

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I Cooked the Book that Would Not Tap
 
A Doomsday, a nightmare gone wrong,
My hand shot with pain and didn’t stop,
Bandages hid the wound I...

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Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
above the virtual fireplace in...

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Give me a good man
not a smart man.
Make me a thoughtful man
not a politician.

Take me to rich land
not a poor land.
Make me a stronger man
not...

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Such a loud silence
Occasion anxious tapping
Of a pencil or less often a foot
Shifting uncomfortably while squeaking in their desks,
in that too small of a space
barely...

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Infinity's forever,
it's an impossible quest.
Like an endless journey where
eternity gets expressed.

It's alpha and omega,
the beginning and the end.
And so immeasurable
that truth and fantasy blend.

It's an...

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Another day and the dishes have piled up yet again
So back I end up in front of the window 
I do not glance up, but...

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I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity 
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts...

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Possibilities

Another gorgeous B. C. day – a walk – no driving
in an age, - consciousness of – that has been arriving.
On this fine day, on...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent...

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Love is false to those like I 
Whimsical enough to dip their feet in such dangerous waters

Confiding our faith in one presumed to hold our...

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“Each One of Us”

A new life born
borne immaculate
in a way, 

that no one 
buried in supposition
need ever explain

the questions 
irrelevant
the motive mute

in the heart 
of...

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