Flux Poems - Poems about Flux

Planet in flux…it sucks No refuge..Scrooge rules.. Stooges subterfuge deluge.. Fossil fuel fools.. Poleaxes..then relaxes… As the earth burns.. As it turns..on its axis.. *************** Us schmucks battling.... Puzzling...prattling clucks... Aloof to proof....daft defiance.. Shucks the sleuth of science.. ************** Glower at their ivory tower.. Cruise ship trip fillip.. Dour baby boomer power.. ****** Absurd herd..cans compliance Uncouth trampling truth.. Nip & tucks alliance.. Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks... Plucks for retro reliance.. ******* Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling... Diesel guzzling trucks.. Saluting...

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Only the river knows... the unfinished song my heart holds. Only the river knows... the whispers still heard on every wind blow. And still... The river flows onward from yesterday's woes....

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As I open the corner door, I am in flux of changing my core....

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Life is ...

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While in flux not dancing and wasting time you missed the best part; I was waiting right here, you just could never see me; Today I'm glued to this sofa; Nothing's better but you had a choice; Now we don't, frank arose as I got still....

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When sky born laughter a strained ode construed, soaks up the pale rust yellow foliage, visual feast pursuit awhile imbued, An early morning spell I might engage, while breathing in the faraway sea chill, one awe struck heart dweller in brief passage Of sunlight and fraught tree trunk on the hill, cheep and chirp road noise lifting sluggish...

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“That body is female!”, they tell me. At the turn of the moon It purges itself of its sins, Washing away what lives could have been, Punished for failing biological duties. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Forever marked with the scarlet letter, The big, bold, burning red “F” Branded on the legal document Of my consciousness. “That body is female!”, they tell me. Its...

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Binural filters blind chasms of endless drifts cosmic adventures welcomed Event Horizons wormhole games of hide and seek...

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What's making up a poem But opinions set on paper, Colored with experience, Whate'er we call the caper. We color words with magic And set sunsets afire Or else we write conundrums To which very few aspire. Accepted styles are changing With every generation Abstract’s in, literal out. It defies deliberation!...

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The blood of the forest it's green ... consolidated hope remains! The blood of heaven ...

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the watch marks, flows ... ...

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Once upon a time I saw a lady on the street, walked up to her, you know, do a nigga's plea: "Hey blonde, hey there, will ya my queen, I love your covetures, you know, those things." She looked me, and hissed at me, "Hey, I'm not your mate, you ain't my type, can never be, just walk away, you look...

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For the day when thee head hits pillow In that last breath of might In that starry time of night Where one travels to another world Almost as lucid as ours And envisions malice and might Perched upon a hill Awoken adjacent to a mighty spire Gleaming of silver, selenium, and solitude Upon day it stood still Casting shade guided by time But as twilight...

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Need a charge for my flux cap a city or the future won't fix itself Wonder if the thing before time is still there smile as the frogs seem to hold hands In death one half of true love will never change...

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What Inchoate Flux (if Any) Preceded Timelessness? Temporarily engrossed with some routine activity with aplomb (such as dismantling an atomic bomb) every now, and again these myopic (brown) eyes regularly glanced at the clock...

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