Man Poems - Poems about Man

My dear ones, years and accounts have passed since we spoke about the New Man, "Le Horla." From the midpoint of the Reset cycle, it is known to emerge from the mix of slaves and technology. Rudolf Steiner knew, the beginning of vaccination, non-foods prepared in the shadows of the times. The control of the masses through technocracy,...

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Is there no match, no pair  for a lonely man? Don't misunderstand him, he doesn't long for a lover... He wants a friend! Is that too much to ask? A friend that might be his wife someday? Someone who could be akin as similar as a long-lost twin Someone like him serious: subdued in manner sincere: not pretentious loyal: would never cheat virgin: has no body count. Is there...

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Impossible dream. I would say one word to you, You'd laugh, gal too shy........

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She takes what isn't hers like a burglar. Her spouse wed his lover. She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*. She views him as all-powerful. Finally! She wears his ring. Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she...

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Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide, His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride. Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry, And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye. Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend...

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(A Poetic Prophecy) He walked not with crowds, but with silence. A hush clung to his steps like a prayer. The wine of the world he did not drink— He stored his storms in chalices of fire. The daughters of dust followed him not for touch, But for something they could not name— The way the stars bowed when he passed, The way...

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The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds. Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves. The sound of footsteps was getting louder, It wasn’t a something, it was someone. Suddenly a large man fell to the ground. His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”. Cool water from my canteen brought him back. A small trap, it hadn’t broken...

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Perfection is a lie told by the white man They say 'the fairer, the better' But with ego comes the self proclaimed Perfection Where what they say goes Where objectivity is something they claimed to own However it just goes to show pride will be their downfall Distracted by vanity and ego And their self distorted reflection They painted in the...

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Plates shifting beneath the sea. Mountains rising in the flat land. Energy creates a man. Faith changes I can’t, into I can. ...

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Before you came, the nights were long, The house was cold, the world felt wrong. Three boys too young to understand, Why life was harder than we planned. Our trust was gone, our hope was thin, But still you came, and still walked in. No blood to bind, no name to share, Yet somehow we found safety there. You fixed what life had...

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A child as grows enjoys rainbow of joys, Many a marvel in a wondrous world, Joys mingling with toys getting bouncy buoys, A world of birds and butterflies unfurled. As comes his youth that changes only toys, Rewards of life so naïve staying no more-- Boys chasing girls, and girls giggly at boys, And soon mid-age...

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He lived in chilly, damp London at the intersection of Medieval and Modernity We know little of...

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Tonight, when the sun retires And you're left alone with thought I want you to ponder Why does God, who made man in His image Choose to remain a shadow While man The one He crowned with glory, Decides who eats, who drinks, who dies? Sometimes I wonder Is God afraid of what He made? Has man found a way To hold Him hostage with his...

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The old young man has had a dream Of how he had traveled far. I wouldn't say he was in the past When he found himself in place. Was that afar as far as the far If the life had shown him more, As well as far and afar from far And the Cuban Missile Crisis was also...

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Like the strokes of an artist’s brush Painting a self-portrait of my life The colors are people, events, and experiences Each stroke flows into the next creating the picture A step back is needed at times To observe the full scope of life To include the essence of my being Expressing all aspects as one Without the help of the master creator I cannot...

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