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Conjecture Of Love

I don't believe that
one can measure love -- 
subjective as it is selective

don't believe one can time
love -- schedule and depot
all its own

can't give it a firm reference number

one's so-called all-knowing, reliable 
Smart Phone

(only a naive fool would think that love 
is intelligent)

ether with you...or alone -- 

however, love is always compassionate
and sharing~ while forever

Categories: conjecture, confusion, courage, destiny, devotion,
Form: Free verse

The Conjecture

You said happiness
Is easy, 'til I saw black
Paint that blocked my guess.

Categories: conjecture, conflict, feelings, inspirational, perspective,
Form: Haiku

Conjecture

conjecture   rumor

gateway to another star

are you listening

Categories: conjecture, destiny, journey,
Form: Senryu

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Be the Bee

Be the bee within the bees bonnet pouring
Not as old man in his slumber snoring
For soon the bees of honey do partake
And late the old man stands his last awake

Come comb your honey hair as sunny fair the day
Come bonny boy and toy not hour away
For in the garden by the gate your destiny awaits
And

Categories: conjecture, education, growing up, journey,
Form: Rhyme

Swampland Conjecture

Entropy evaporating
into itself

Birthing an ending
—singular truth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Tribute To Stephen Hawking October, 2020)

Categories: conjecture, science,
Form: Free verse

Covid Conjecture

woulds coulds maybes and mights

        'til unproven saysos are found to be right

best .... hold tongues stil & tight

Categories: conjecture, wisdom, words,
Form: Epigram

Another Attempt To Conjecture How I Came Tubby Me

This aggrieved papa
of two progeny, (female)
holed himself in a
rigorously fortified fail
safe impregnable invisible monastery
barely room enough to exhale

decades before their conception,
when I hapt tubby
more hearty and hale,
though robust health a blessing -
this haint no rumored tattletail
inherited, aye oft womb min

eight if my embryonic stage
awaken as exultantly as Faneuil
Hall if late mull late mum's maternal
instincts intuited

Categories: conjecture, baby, desire, education, fire,
Form: Bio

A Lecture of Conjecture

Made a suggestion,
And Lecture on Conjecture;
Did blow many minds.

Jim Horn

Categories: conjecture, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku

We Are Pollution




WE ARE POLLUTION
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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 would bet a fortune but, unfortunately, I'm bust!

Gasses condensing along

Categories: conjecture, angst, anxiety, change, earth,
Form: Rhyme

Before You Conjecture

ask me why there's green slime
coming out of the spigot in the center of the cemetery
and ask me why i installed a faucet
when i don't know how to
Yes, you do...

ask me why i've cut shapes into my nail beds
so that when my nails grow
there's a pattern of arches in a ladder on them
with no vertical

Categories: conjecture, anxiety, confusion, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse

On Conjecture

Speculations do not equate to firm beliefs ever,
If you kindly take that into your consideration;
Never was a theory verified now without, either,
Conjectures and notions have an internal relation.

-Pin Dew (03/05/2017)

Categories: conjecture, perspective, philosophy, poetry, truth,
Form: Quatrain

Conjecture

A
look
of love-
perhaps her Dad-
a hint of Lisa,just a tad


Vermeers -A girl with a Pearl Earring c 1665
Jan's firs daughter Maria was born 1654.

http://mail.live.com/default.aspx?wa=wsignin1.0

Categories: conjecture, art
Form: Ekphrasis

{topic}-----Unsubstantiated Conjecture/ Revised

There is a well rehearsed deception; it is a contagious infection.
It sooths, it moves, while unnoticed it distorts individual perceptions.

Agreeing there, claiming care, as it carefully undermines with scorn
Fingers pointing, seams disjointing, the fabric becomes torn.

What it creates, it cries distaste; and lays blame in other directions;
Count “I” in its replies; these are the hints

Categories: conjecture, life, people, social,
Form: Free verse