Preset Poems - Poems about Preset

...The chancy countdown clock of my mortality is ticking toward some unknown preset alarm. I’m aware of every taciturn tick tock in unrecoverable moments spent waiting for something to happen… and ......

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...Nothing is the same, and why Doesn’t mean a thing It’s a carpet bombing try In the fullest fling It’s a game no one can win But we ought to play Or to mimic that we’re in Living for today Nig......

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...Life of true Poet The think and the listen Recognition style Thinking while Cutting through long corners Distance from wordy find Secrecy unveiled The preset Spoken word effect Open determin......

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...Think and plan Time frame Acceleration with a quickness You are the valued time witness Time doesn’t stand still Your time to fulfill Immediate response Time is steadily ticking Seconds into ......

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...In case you don’t remember them they came from outer space They were to be the first beginnings of the human race But when they crashed they came down in a stark and frigid place Antarctic ice int......

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...Hope Having not the chance to acknowledge faith Heaven is the preset in time before material timed earth Hell is present in all that negates negatives Holy is the inner man whose heart beats brea......

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...if there arises an urge to follow a preset routine it signals a stuporous stance of habit patterns we need to wean......

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...WHY ARE WE HERE Can we ever learn from our past lives It’s somewhat like a spiritual evolution But hidden, however hard one strives It sometimes leads to much confusion An answer from a Budd......

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...At a time he should have been set Murphy became rather upset. Scott had this guessed at the outset But not how to Murphy reset. Scott could only pray that Murphy Go home with the cherished troph......

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...He returned to his quite recent creation Just to make check on the current situation. Tigrons slid in from the plains to lie at their ease Away from midday sun under those singing trees, Stretchi......

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...The clouds wear a grey look, birds take a flight home, The day slowly wears a different colour, The sculptor sits allowing the mind to roam, Despite life's tempest, they prop hope with valour, Na......

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...Mind differs from the body. creed of what we embody. Start with phonetic rhymes We learn to grasp algorithms. How do they stay most-given? A team, that is one-driven. Does one's d......

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...Going to me my soul against the wind velocity zephyr on this day I open my mouth and I pray allow let this day let me perish Oh I wish that I was not born in the night my soul's agai......

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... I am a mirror as I see you seeing me I'm looking at you looking at me how can it be so endearing yet I don't understand the preset of the married remember signing object ......

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...Hope is never hope Without a wonder? Hope is a slender A jest reminder Hope is the preset of FAITH......

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