Continuity Poems - Poems about Continuity

Step outside for a second. A second goes by the way a second does. The house behind me. When you look away from something, The person comes around. He changes things. Eat a sandwich. Play a game of golf. Swim in a pool. The way activities go by. Seems faster than a scattered thought. Eat a plate of...

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Colors and notes of the nature ...

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The present requests advice from the past, because he knows little of the future... The future asks the present to be born! But this one still cries the mourning of the dead past...!...

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And in a pinch reluctantly talk to yours truly, a very reformed Jew rarely attends Synagogue, (he who cannot be named) hails from Prague offtimes provides a wonderful monologue, whereby his eloquence usually finds me agog. Propinquity between scribe of Schwenksville (Pennsylvania) heavily shuns engaging in diatribe loathes bombastic, egotistic, imperialistic, narcissistic, terroristic... zealot trumpeting art of the deal if necessary even coaxing bribe. I would be...

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Such pipedream regarding winning bucket loads of cash, would make monetary woes in an instantaneous flash mine dentures no longer will futilely grind and gnash, cuz I would undergo oral surgery and simultaneously acquire mush sought after gumption, where dental implants could offer million dollar smile mastication boring full force while I monstrously, yet easily mash the most unpalatable pop slop made with tender loving care courtesy the missus. Selective serotonin...

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In that calm before the storm tranquility’s bittersweet, though, no two tantrums are alike, nature self-defends; Never staid, she rides her tides hanging ten and reaps her reward. The prize is not always golden but the fight is necessary. The wandering breeze locates her opponents and she’ll throw down the gauntlet; accepting the challenge, we weather the storm. ...

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Gallimaufry of linkedin words appeal, (particularly spoken by renown orator) 'cept when unnamed poetaster afflicted with chatterbox syndrome, nonetheless deliberate effected muzzle restraint imposed suppressing groundswell analogous to swollen dam bursting at seams tongue kickstarts controlled regulator tripping baffling babbling brook, sans (cheesy) mouth trap conscious effort required maintaining exhausting mental vigilance attention oriented toward "active listening" chiming into conversation when casually addressed quasi Uber tracking, sustaining, rendering... pondering dialogue deliberating, mustering,...

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How Audacious, I, to think: “I’ll make a book…” To think that some will love to read my rhymes. Approval’s a path I long ago forsook… But still, I love to share my words, sometimes… Because I hope the anguish we all feel, By being read in me, helps some feel heard… Because Joy is a Leaven in the Meal, Because...

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NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE, THINK FOR A WHILE...

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The Beauty of the End, is, It's Beginning! For Aspen never rise, till fire is still, And all Endeavors, Loves, and Lives are Ash... All that is product of the Human Will Persists, till not a stone's upon a stone, And every outbreath lifts the dust to motes, Upon the Light that shows a Pilgrim Alone; Gone far to see what's left...

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Continuity Inside the greenhouse I laid out dead roses And the smell of spent nature made it clear no waste of tears as the sun bore down on sterile beds. Only the beauty of dust sparkling in a shaft of light danced a promise of continuity....

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The men are not made by war, But our Kingdom is always tore. Why must we always hate? Can we not have a different fate? Revolution of the young, Will bring about change - sure to come. O where is the next silver tongue? When they be found beat the drum- Philip Sembert II...

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A bleeding fire drop reflected framed within the edge of my view It yearns to change the world subjected by continuing to sway merrily through the tender life’s bitter chill...

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