Residual Poems - Poems about Residual

Learn residual Waste like cans, bottles, plastics Reuse, Recycle....

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I Reduced to nothing But not absolute Zero I have residual energy And nothing is not nothing It has something, always And we can get something out of nothing II The quantum world tells us truths About nothing: if I am as a quantum vacuum I have residual Jiggles So let your jiggles jangle The Universe decreed it Nothing can get you down to zero Out of nothing, juggle...

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there was a vigil effect had been residual Trump appeared regal...

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Ancient priests, witch doctors, shamans, sorcerers. Power! Held the ancients in control. Existence frightening, answers few. Power, the few holding the many. Control! Controllers, followers. Power, rewards for those who grasp it! Humanity, pecking order. Power passed from ancients thru modernity! Nothing changed! Few controlling the many. Change. Change coming. Hive. Human hive. Hive mind technology, internet singularity. Pecking order, dies! Power homogenized!...

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Residual Morning Ritual Morning habit had become habitual, That soon would turn into a ritual; Worn thin, Again and again; Effects ended up being residual. Jim Horn Right, Andrea....

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Residual Affects There are effects that became residual; For some could never be conventional, And from day to day do vary and vary, As cows diligently give milk in a dairy; Hopefully environment is conditional. Condition of environment is cause of many things that are created. James Horn...

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Residual, Conventional and Hysterical This should be a real change. Is anyone else out there game besides me? Here goes again. The effects could start out conventional; What they ended being were residual; What I would find most appalling? Is for the temptation I was falling; Hemorrhoids said to not be hysterical. James Thesarious Hilarious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet Has anyone else accepted the challenge...

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a potent indication of residual energy slowly taking possession of my sanity I feel it manipulate each experience toying with my fate confirming its existence I can...

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My windows are my exclusive groves My absolutely private dreams Your lovely dreamy beauty brooks Your small and soft but brilliant suns Let me stay my eyes shut Inside the poems you ardently wrote But I am not going to ever quote It was frenzy between what and what Ah how winy are the memory flowers Holding on to the residual hours ___________________________________ April 16, 2016 Submitted...

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Did you ever have one of those magical nights When everything clicks into place? When the stars are aligned and your mood is defined By a flood of support to embrace? Surrounded by loved ones and showered with warmth, The smiles seem to sprout with no end. You’re super aware that you cannot compare What you feel, since it seems to transcend. You...

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oak tree sheds rich crown squirrels glean the meaty spoils residual shells...

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Balmy currents retire to southern shore Frosty streams blight earthen floor Winter's portents roundly deplore Wistfully longing for summer's store For gilded fields, masted trees implore Harvest's stipend succors no more Residual huskings now cattle's score Ingratiating beams now seep through trap door Bristling wind over meager fare doth soar Barren limbs are shivered to their core Fertile seeds, fecund spores in fallowed mounds bore Wanton...

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Who did plod through the fresh laid sod What plunderous rogue could be so treacherous When did the fresh, bright mane garner brackish stain Where did the stealthy herbivore dump digested core Why did that silly hare his gastronomical fare share...

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Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill But to...

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Swirling wisps mount the horizon Cresting over their funnel spouts Steaming ground-swells incubate on earth's oven  Thermal currents surge upward through the convector Cooling reams ballast the sides descending the shaft Energizing columns fueling the expanding balloon Cooling and condensing into droplets of dew sublime Pairing together in cacophonous chorus ascending briny ladder Billowy bowls fill with sappy streams of bliss Bulging at seams,...

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