Prospect Poems - Poems about Prospect

Written 30 December 2023 New Year in Retrospect and Prospects ...

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Peace is found when people come to their senses Stop the bickering and contentious debates Words of anger fortify our defenses Peace is found when people come to their senses We should make restitution and mend fences Arguing is one of our worst human traits ...

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If it's true that unfulfilled expectations And no prospect of a better future Shake a man to his foundations Then our world must have system failure! Many decisions can't be right, Many reactions can't be polite!...

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I was working for this South African company, For its Lesotho registered segment. I wasn't of the long serving ones But a relative new comer. Here we were in this industry: Sales for an insurance company. I had something of a different style To how things were generally done. Small premiums with government stop order Were highly valued and rated. They had fewer chances of...

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sappy valentine brown-eyed largesse broke my heart a little, too much— godspeed ahead…my sailor celebrates the day we met February 2022 David and I met 42 years ago on Valentine’s Day in Navy “A” school. He brought me to see the submarine trainer - awooga awooga (or gaga for short ;)...

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Look up to the mountain so high according to your eyes, it's very far it seems way out of your reach so many miles away from being a star Realise there is a calling upon us this calling has a divine hand one that power's not human but is eternal forever to stand Rise, rise and rise so he cries there comes a time...

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Vague words lead poets to heady heights far yonder If we, like Wordsworth, seek a path to’ wander.’ But words there are whose power is less prolific, Dwindling fast the more they are specific. Sententious and meaningful are rhymes Which great poets have utilized at times as when a line whose somber end is ‘womb’ finds in...

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C-loud beneath the sky H-as its own silver lining, E-xpressing new hope. Topic: Birthday of Cherry "Che" Cadano (March 15) Form: Acrostic Haiku...

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I am really bald on top. But still I grew my hair. And now I don't know where to stop. I truly just don't care. I'm 59 and live alone. So no one to impress. It's longer than I've ever grown. Sometimes I look a mess. :) It's funny how the time goes by. And it just keeps getting longer. I just let my freak...

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Peachy at first glance A keeper or a hustler Only time will tell Trust your instincts but beware Should your prospect go astray...

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The truth was here The letters were sent The mistakes were seen The marks were clear The proof was real The smudges were seen The words were unclear The perfection had an imperfection The vision was never clear The journey was often a somber one The time is now gone The past...

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The approbation for approval of a bountiful elicitation. An evocation that is a stimulant. As it calls up (draws forth) a particular class of behavior. Thus, we draw out an altruism for the philanthropic devotion, To the said principles; henceforth, being compliant and acquiescence. We follow tradition accepting standards and agree. Let's reinstate and make a...

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Where is the hope in the stars? Tonight they shine not in celestial glory. I must find them in my grief, Those traditions of lost allegory. Life was never so intense Too easily cast away from the body So have we been tossed aside; Left behind without amnesty? Tears have no shelter here; That pointless overflow of our true hearts. They can never last...

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In this near future I’ll never die I must never open my eyes to cry In this near future It seems I have cursed this presence of life I have placed doom Upon any courtesy of essence due to what’s right Your angel of light One flash A simple loan of your most treasured belongings And in my vaults of anguish shall...

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Once again back to the routine, spending eight hours within the pretty hate machine. My outlook is better than it has been for a while, yesterday was the first time it felt good to smile. All I can think about, the one's I love to make myself complete I never wanted to let go, my commitment is concrete. It feels so...

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