Rubicon Poems - Poems about Rubicon

Looking back speed is warped looking forward it slows Each memory a racehorse that goes and it goes Intuition the truant in what it will bring When time is reversed and the Jester — is King (The New Room: June, 2025) ...

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The die is cast, the ship has left the shore, No turning back from paths we now embrace. The whispered doubts we felt just moments more, Now fade to echoes in this destined space. A silent click, a gate forever sealed, The old familiar distant, out of sight. What lies beyond, as yet remains concealed, As day's last glow gives way to...

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Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty, a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity, revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors, until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived. The creeping swarm of greed, called progress devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons, constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead, extreme climate events...

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Soul’s heartfelt cry echoed in the vast void, of prayers unheard by the heavens above, so to resolve the impasse, poised in the void of cessation, the earth entity melded with space, sparking the power of bliss magnetism. Thoughts rested, desires ebbed and fears faded whence grazed by the wafting winds of grace, in witness mode, staid soul observed, the dance divine within form, entwining head and heart, whence...

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Rubicon Crossing ...

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My resolves, like ivy vines, coalesce around. My caverns of thoughts constantly open and close. Amidst scorns, I hear a spitefully silent sound. Absurdity whirlpools as though decoded morose Courage, like a well-built rampart, guards me, I know. Confidence overflows from the jar of my heart. Why, yet, does darkness of despair engulf my hut? Why do breezes end and storms...

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I trudged to levy height, stood upon the soggy ground with serious intentions that an answer would be found To the river's rapidly flowing current, I confided my woes of troubling things that had me in the doldrums of lows Haunting problems, compelling me to leave and move on Leading me to this river as if I were crossing the...

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Written: May 06, 2025 for contest by Edward Ibeh ************************* Like kernels, the day's enigmas start to unfold, The green folk are still waiting,...

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Rubicon Crossing I stand on the bank looking at the deep water old love behind me new life on the other side once I cross no turning back ...

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I weave a narrative of unspeakable taboo, a symphony of sighs and groans, a cacophony of defiled innocence. Your body, a temple of decadence, a sanctum of sadomasochistic excess, where the strictures of societal mores are rent asunder, and the very fabric of reality is torn apart. Echolalic luminaries periodically tilt, their sumptuary influence shrinking villages into...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile, at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure, at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness. The twirling threads of turmoil entwined seamless with the cleaved cloud of the swarming storm of strife, ravage the unwary horizon halcyon once, challenging the chameleon of...

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copacetic dreams linger long lasting liars truthful consequence...

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Skies of endless pastures Rivers of reverence lakes of love Streams of silence Ponds of preponderance Puddles of peace Droplets of dreams Mist of memories Fog of forgiveness Valleys of driftwood clouds Winds of benevolent breezes Mountains of minute measures Oceans of tender tides Seas of sentient songs Landscapes of love's longing Universal appeals united Galaxial gnome gatherings Stepping star stairways to Heaven Parallel worlds align Savior signs consign Clarities of being to...

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it was the day of her birth when she stood at the Styx naked but with all bags packed with immanent sadness and joy too young for being ambiguous she let out a scream and let down a reflex for simply being alive the sign said dangerous water touch at your own peril and be aware that you cannot swim upstream therefore move with the flow she...

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Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty, a unique dot of singularity in celestial infinity, revolved in astral space spinning nature’s splendors, until on evolution trail hostile species of man arrived. The creeping swarm of greed called progress devours the green blanket thriving for ages, constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead, extreme climate events trace global warming trajectory. Glaciers and...

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