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Reading it
Mesmerised by it
Leaves me speechless
The scarcity of it
Time is imperative
Seeking is essential
Routine is outdated
Receiving is strategized
Knowing it
Speculating about it
Leaves me honoured
It is priceless
Rumors can be fascinating,
hearing about others speculating,
wondering what is percolating
seemingly out of the blue.
I always find it fascinating
and, to be honest, kinda hair-raising,
to hear things about myself
that I know are just not true.
Why do we waste so much time,
Speculating on life after death?
Life is going on all around us,
And will continue beyond our days.
Each step we take moves us closer,
To the last step we'll ever take.
The time is now to slow your stride,
And take in this temporary miracle.
Days then, were they longer?
Minds then loftier?
Speculating, on whose time's need
Could but have raised this!
Divine, that which lights up
For awe our faces.
Believer's and unbeliever's!
That mercifully
Passing, as it does, and plainly
Through God's own Earth-life.
Glass page on colourful glass page.
Fades not to dismiss.
Momentum on the Streets p=mv profit=momentum*volume
“How much do you get?”
“What’s the pay…..
What’s the pay off he said
Not speculating today
Feels great
This location is inside of you
Sugar bored and wont talk
Never through it all a way for a block
Out of my bourbon
Soo clean eyes will come
A thousand armies and a thousand moors
Until you never loud inside my opened poors
Speculating
Written: by Tom Wright
7/18/2019
Occasionally, I’m found sitting, to reminisce,
About bygone matters to which I can relate.
Some thoughts that come I quickly dismiss,
While others, my psyche, will seriously debate.
But whatever, these thoughts are mine,
And until revealed will so remain.
Those days long past for which I pine,
Have sung their song, there’s no refrain.
The Peril of Speculating on Relationships
By Elton Camp
What people are to each other don’t try to guess
A mistake can get you into a most terrible mess
“And this must be your father” isn’t smart
The young woman’s husband is that old fart
“Your grandchild’s cute” to an unknown man
Who is holding onto his own daughter’s hand
“Who is this with you” is a much better bet
Than the angry response you else might get
Seeking a light
Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs of rain
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light
Frosty strangers stole their light
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey
Running away from the pain in the rain
Nobody hears their cries but the rain
Searching for hope from darkness light
Speculating why they stand in the grey
Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light.
First
meetings
are startling,
to say the least
the expectancy,
has a propensity
to take away the magic…
Feeling on the edge, not knowing
whether to hug, kiss or just shake hands
because nothing on earth can prepare you
for the initial awkwardness ahead.
The person no longer a stranger,
mulling thoughts occupy your mind
speculating on his thoughts
does he like me or not?
Could this be the start
of something
amazing
or the
end…
I can’t reveal what I really feel
as I troll through Goodreads and Book!
Here’s a nice face, in this social space,
but smarts is much better than look.
Not ready for any, and there are so many,
and I enjoy speculating and dream,
that an older bookworm, with a heart warm
will think I’m as nice as I seem.
I seldom reach out, so filled with deep doubt,
to any potential cute reader,
though once in a while, a comment I’ll style,
but I’ll hide before I ever meet her.
ARTICULATING.
SPECULATING.
DIFFERENTIATING.
DISINTEGRATING,
OF THINKING OF A NEW YEAR APPROACHING.
DREAMING.
DESIRING,
OF A MORE HARMONIOUS FUTURE,
OF A MORE PRESENT NOW,
AND OF A MORE RESOLVED PAST.
OUR PATH IS SET NOW,
WITH MANY CHOICES ALONG THE WAY.
ALL WE NEED IS THE COURAGE TO MOVE FORWARD.
LET'S WELCOME THIS NEW YEAR,
WITH LOVE,
AN OPEN HEART,
AND PEACE.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
DECEMBER 31, 2017.