Prospectively Poems - Poems about Prospectively

...The following initially crafted approximately three and a half years ago and presently brought a much sought after surge of satisfaction while meandering along the information superhighway. Pangl......

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...There is a table where each cherished adventurer is whole heartedly grateful for the places they've been. Where the legendary laced seats are reserved only for the willfully genuine, The greatest c......

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...Pacific, pacifist pampered papa parading par excellent paragon parent (parenthetically parochial particularly partisan) parvenu passive, passionately paternalistically patient, paunchy, peacea......

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...Humor is easy to explain, It often comes from pain. A leg broken times numerous, Fractured my ribs, so humerus. Because it's all about perspective, You prospectively prospective- Actually, I......

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...Inspiration is not a who-what or even a where-why. In act, I aspire to inspire both what and where; we can fly. How flies can inspire flies to fly higher than (all) the other why's. So wh......

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...Thus it begins— A free-verse epic Into the mind of A writer and an idiot— A romantic and, Often a pessimist Conjoined in arbitrary glory Are the thoughts and words Of one overly-worked mind......

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...I'm lost inside a feeling I thought had disappeared In a state with a see through ceiling With walls of pain and fear The blueprint seemed to be flawless From materials unknown to man For tho......

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...find clarity in what others think and do, it’s so obvious to me that people can’t see, what someone else is going through, learn to set your mind free, be who we are suppose to be, most have no clue,......

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...The Horse's Mouth Meadows green, lavish, plush, White picket fence, prospectively pleasing. Farmstead particular, A picture postcard realm. Stallion struts proudly, Mare mutters while gra......

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...you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ? I Once hallowed encephalon cavernous cerebral chasms now less serene ruptured n' spleen Subjected to ravenous days? Days n' illuminat......

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