Capsule Poems - Poems about Capsule

ALLUSIONS OF A VANISHED NOW stainless-steel womb welded shut, buried beneath the oak's gnarled roots, remnants given to the earth. allusions of a vanished now~ faded sepia photographs, a girl's clumsy drawing of herself, a compact disc, its molded plastic brittle, a mix of forgotten summer love songs. headlines tell of wars, violence, and bloodshed tidings of momentary joys~ the scent of potpourri, a best-selling...

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Astronauts stranded, at the International Space Station heard strange noises recently emitted from the diabled Boeing Starlink capsule: "I'm sorry, Dave." "I'm afraid I can't do that."...

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Something inside wants to shine But do I dare let it breath What kind of harm would it cause When it reaches out From with in Where it never has been a popular choice Should I let you see how ugly it became As tme as gone by I felt ignored I felt insignificant Should it be aloud to live In a less...

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A shored life awakes the old patience is a virtue a wondrous light a way for the world one way passage yielding trifles abundant returns nameless faceless novelties in scrolls constant to air The Book of Life accounts tallies clearly visible hidden from sight chance of a lifetime warps through glass bottled sealed....

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I am lying in this bed in this room. My bedroom has become a tomb. A time capsule of the past. Of days that didn't last. My children have chosen not to visit me or call me. They have left me in this tomb of yesteryear. Hoping for the day they once again appear. I had a stroke. That's no...

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*Image of Patty Hearst Post SLA Days by Bio. Patty Hearst Time Capsule PRE kidnap madcap Miss press distress Stephen live-in boyfriend loose end next door implore both are though marred claimed they made way demand expend needy agree release increase more sum unharmed POST coerced Miss Hearst photo *Rousseau woodness goodness raided they laid six ~love **Cinque's club plus him crushed 'em dual you-all Patty make three dub nine club crime bank raid they'd paid ***Hearst weigh must pay servin' seven commute come two now writes proud sights ~love: A score of zero in tennis or squash *Rousseau: French philosopher and writer born in Switzerland; believed that the natural...

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This is a flag planted in territory I could not hope to control. A buoy dropped in space that will never be sighted again. A desperate note protected by a fragile bottle in the fathomless oceans. Why does a craftsman labor to build an instrument that he knows cannot possibly function? I have no answer, though I must be...

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__________________ Just a Little Scribble ~ Simply me ~ Sunday October 25th, 2020- Poem of the Week...

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Surging through memory, all time was expanded The past and the future —beginning and end (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)...

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Time Capsule Written: by Tom Wright February 2015 I carved a name upon a tree, Like a time capsule, I thought. In twenty years, I returned, But God, the great time keeper, Thought this was not to be For upon my arrival, I found the tree had burned. ...

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My Mind, A Time Capsule Written: by Tom Wright 1/27/2016 With the clock un-laboriously doing its thing, I start today with blank canvas. No chambered thoughts, tarrying from the dark side. My mind functions as a stopgap time capsule, Where is interred each thought, Concisely framed, that my existence lay’s in. Occasionally I excavate thoughts Meant only for myself, while questioning, At what depth...

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I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT AND AM PROUD TO SAY WHY. HE SHUDDED HIS SHOULDERS AND LOOKED TOWARD THE GROUND, I SPEAK THEE AS IGNORANT, THAT YOU ALLOW WORDS TO RILE YOU INTO ANGER THAT SUCH PUT YOU BENEATH ME AND SPEAK AS YOU ARE MY EQUAL: YET WHEN SUCH IS SPOKEN YOU ARE MADE MAD AS IT IS SCRIPTED FOR PERFORMANCE. HE LOOKED AT...

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Surreal, often not right just abstract. half of something done for something else seen as away of needing, but being wanted from the position, of thought. This the rhetorical rhetoric spoken by the Prime Minister of Dolphious, the Place where mean People Dwell. They mocked the people's fear of Creatures from another world, by creating a Hoover Craft to look like...

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Tight spaced enclosure Swelling of my own inner expense A feeling as if it is over it is over What else is there to give? Living as though incapuslated Fearful of the future for that has gone cold Never thought of usefulness until my day of old Memories and recollection of a deep Meaning of expression and pure being Wrapped inside consumed by...

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Seeds are nature's progeny en-capsuled. Life's germ in suspended animation, Awaiting the trigger to grow, scheduled By warmth, rain, season to spark gestation. Tiny seed has script to create tall trees Using DNA code coiled in germ cells. Shoots sent skyward, roots down, through the soil squeeze To play out the process, the code foretells. Seeds stored for decades remain viable Kept in seed...

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