Short Preset Poems

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

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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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Nightfall and daytime,
Dusk and dawn,
Sunshine and night gloom,
He calls them to order, 
He dictates their timeline.


February 20, 2022
Bite size Poem No. 37 Poetry Contest...

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Forgive the mind
Its whim and pine
As it bends
To the undertow.

Adrift on this ocean
Of human emotion;
Of chemical 
Ebb and flow.

The tides are preset,
Demanding respect. Let
From the body 
The mind explore;

An outstretched hand
Will find the sand,
To carve sanity
On the shore.




circa 2005...

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***Sedoka: syllabically, 577577, an unrhyming single verse with no breaks or pauses

Sudoku, A Numbers Game

Preset numbers are
placed in a nine by nine frame
containing nine three by three 
cubes and each three by
three cubes and each column and
each row numbers one through nine

***Apps obtainable online
WARNING: Can be addictive

2020 September 27...

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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 breathe the life of God
Heart felt favor feeling of wholeness sown
Happen stands the realness of the beauty of His promises

2/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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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 trophy;
With loss his room might seem stuffy
And unusable seats fluffy...

But setbacks checked at their onset
Required one who was preset
And Ben Murphy–photo inset
Didn't look a pin the preset....

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Fates are some preset games
People have been trying to play
Some of them may be difficult
while  others may feel a bit cute
Never conceive they determine lives
We can reset them with favored goals

I have played with most of them
And could tell you the way of survive
No one would forever be alive 
Everyone will eventually go
Just love the things you love
And always give your heart hopes...

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Anubis knows the time
inside each molecule.
Imperceptivity different moments
tick-on in each atom.

The aggregate length, 
of the space between 
organic particles is recorded.

The reaction time
of all chemical soups
is set to almost midnight.

Anubis prepares a place for us
where all next steps
are predicted.

When we are delivered
to this underworld,
the heart
(an electric devise)
is preset
just for you and I....

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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,
Nature protects from fatality syndrome,
Its beauty is seen in its multicolour, 
The sun takes a bow, drawn into its closet,
The moon glides to take its place as it’s preset.




September 10, 2022,
OTTAVA RIMA Poetry Contest,
L. Milton Hankins....

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#IT'S NOT EASY BEING GREEN

"LIME"...IT'S SPOUTING* SPROUTING* AND SHOUTING*
UNRIPENED* UNCERTAIN*
SELF-DOUBTING*
NEEDS RIPENING!

"LIME" YOU MUST GIVE IT TIME; YOUR DEFINE IS PRESET ON 
*DIVINE*
VARIOUS HUES WILL BE PRESENTED TO YOU IN YOUR DESIGN!
THEREFORE, LOVE YOURSELF! THIS JOURNEY IS YOUR WEALTH AND YOU'LL BE FINE...

"SHINE YOUR SUN!"
"DEEPEN YOUR DEPTH!"
"GIVE US YOUR FEEDING FROM YOUR SEEDING..."

*S U B L I M E*

©Renee D. Gross   3/12/2018#...

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Sunset
Written: by Miracle Man
10-4-2019

Each sunset signals,
that days true age.
The book God’s written,
is turning another page.

Soon, nocturnal things,
will begin to wake.
Living out their purpose,
until coming daybreak.

God dabs more paint,
to finish each days sunset.
Like an eternal clock,
that He previously preset.

The sunset clock is found,
quite often, to be spellbinding.
As it numerates the days,
until creation’s unwinding.
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I sense that my Self is wandering,
My Self seeking,Nothingness,
Like space      like the universe..........., E x p a n d i n g, 
Thin-
ning
its-
elf
In-
to
Nonexistence,
'Til then, the tiny strings of time and space,
Will have to settle for e t r o n p y,
Variably echoing the preset notion
Of all things that have been born,
"We are because we have not yet ceased 
to be."
For now, I am
Waiting,
I find myself wondering....

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Winter Solstice Festival
Winter Solstice features the longest night and shortest day;
The Yin reaches its pinnacle while the Yang starts to play.
The festival was once celebrated as the start of a new year;
And now it’s the cultural legacy we all cheer.
The exchange between cold and warmth is preset by Nature;
Who can change the course of rise and fall in his favor?
Sweet dumplings and Jiaozi separate the north from the south;
Dare I ask when you can ride the moon back to our house?...

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