Short Speculations Poems

Reflections 
   night thoughts 
to memorize
& illume
speculations

a vision 
 of evening
in a 
  floating world 
with
a problem
of style...

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What if
        ...conundrums
ever present 
riddles,
subliminal
fragments of truth,
interweave with
emotions. in
future speculations..
       ...lived out now...

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Fools' parody of having's sort,
now obligations drained resort.

Speculations wonder, dreams a'soar
asunder now, plagued debt's encore!

The vision's plunder, to have more
dam's broken . . . underbelly's floor!...

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Speculations do not equate to firm beliefs ever,
If you kindly take that into your consideration;
Never was a theory verified now without, either,
Conjectures and notions have an internal relation.

-Pin Dew (03/05/2017)...

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Life is a simple math
Matter of simple calculations
Life needs a strait path
With wisdom not speculations
But who is not at least a little bit psychopath?
Even God’s life is not so smooth
That’s why it seems so difficult
So much effort is wasted even by God!...

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EXTRACTS
speculations
of
identity
so
unintentional
bring
 intensity
 dovetailed
with
uncertainty
mixed
in
 doubt
brings
watchfulness

in
breathless
sensations
linger
in
twilight
where
the
impulse
of
 fact&reason
so
palpables
in design
& magnificent
axiomatic
 imagery...

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They told us dream vast
Never knowing it wouldn't last
Imagination would die
As time flew by
Speculations kept us progressive
But really it was unimpressive
Surely the truth will come out
With all the doubt
Of those before despaired
While we should be scared
Inspiration is weak
Believe and Seek...

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Expectation
Is a wasted exercise.
Attempting to surmise
The content of a situation
Leads to misconceptions:
A woman cries,
A source of pride,
The setting of the sun;
Exchange it for another one
And stand aside.
Don't squander time
With speculations.






Copyright © 1994-2018 by Benjamin Toney.  All rights reserved....

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VISIONS OF EVENING
Speculations,borderline prose
problems of style in methodical
exercises.
Reflections of a floating world 
night thoughts to memorize
and illume.
A vision of evening.

You may hear me recite this and most of my PS anthology(nearly 4000 poems) on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro.

Also Read my short forms @strand poet on twitter...

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Reflecting on my life, I have a few regrets,
Endless speculations of what if?
Grieving over wasted opportunities and time,    
Realizing time lost can never be regained.
Even though I wish I could go back and change 
     some things,
Time and life do not allow do-overs.
Still wouldn't it be nice if they did?

10/16/16
For Frank Herrera's Regret contest...

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There it is, another contest
 setting words to test
 used and versed or rhymed
 by mind set speculations refined.

A list of connected integrations
 plaguing my mind in stagnation
 without a hope of intervention
 by someone's desire and dedication.

There they lay
 calling out to my dismay
 when nothing gathers them to phrase
 this inner loss to malaise....

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All that you need to know
about history
is that when the last survivor
of the holocaust
dies,
and there are no more
tattooed arms,
the reality of the event
will cease.
Questions and speculations
have already begun
whether it even occurred
at all.
Who controls the present,
controls the very existence
of the past.
That alone is enough
to make honest men
cry....

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Boundless, affixed upon the instant beyond the limit of my gaze.

Shapeless, undulating fractal expanse reveals as observed from without the mosaic aria.

Origin, speculations abound upon the fabrics cyclical essence.

Then, the instant proceeding the moment of origin, elegance.

Now, is as then the instant, the elegance of that moment.

© veritatem voluntatem 2015?...

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A little taste of my darkest fear,
it could happen now or tomorrow;
Beware of what speculations come;

You trusted this day would never come; 
Believing it to be a fictitious fear,
just think about all of this tomorrow;

So much easier to handle tomorrow,
without a worry of what will come;
Nothing remains but the residue of fear;

I fear tomorrow, for I know what’s to come....

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Planning your demise is like 
walking on a tight rope    
realising there's no net
challenging a 
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old self-
defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction 
till you're finally out of time....

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Planning your demise is like 
walking on a tight rope    
realizing there's no net
challenging a 
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities 
with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old self-
defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction 
till you're finally out of time....

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Planning your demise is like 
tip-toeing on a tight rope    
realising there's no net
challenging a 
speeding car and
daring it to stop
mortgaging your manhood
amassing liabilities with no program of repayment
leaping to the wrong conclusions
leaning toward self-delusions
indulging in the same old 
self-defeating speculations
endorsing self-destruction 
till you're finally out of time!...

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Planning your demise is like 

tip-toeing on a tight rope    

realising there's no net

challenging a 

speeding car and

daring it to stop

mortgaging your manhood

amassing liabilities with no program of repayment

leaping to the wrong conclusions

leaning toward self-delusions

indulging in the same old 

self-defeating speculations

endorsing self-destruction 

'til you're finally out of time!...

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Snowfall Speculations

			It's the fiercest of the seasons
			as it sheds a coat of white.
			Winter's come with all the trappings
			in the still and dark of night.
			We huddle under covers
			from this first onslaught of cold;
			yet we rise to face morning
			as the bitter winds unfold.
			So if we see the bleakness
			while we gaze upon the land,
			we should also see the beauty 
			that makes this season grand!...

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I am bored with day
Lovely sleep it takes away
Only work and no gay
Same task an option to pay
Nothing goes as i say.
I am bored with day
Life turns in a serious way
Deep and dirty reality plays
No dreams to see and pray
Any wish to party in dismay.
I am bored with day
Restless life hides the smiling ray
Speculations of not or may!
Each hour turns dull to gray
Wish to escape or run away
I am bored with day!



Name of Poet: Sneha Agarwal...

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In the depths of the abstruse pages 
A quill transcribes fathomless thought
Feathered ideas guilelessly tethered to
Existence with a black ink onslaught

The same plume that once lifted its own maker 
To heights undreamed of on the ground
Disembogues reflections of speculations 
On white pages that are now confound

A blank slate now full of words
From those who have come before
leaves us to cipher fact from fiction
At the confluence of winged lure...

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A grown up,
Wrapped up in layers
Engulfed in speculations
Packaged in assumptions

Presenting a fabricated image of myself
I wonder why acceptance is not self-evident
In my youth, my complexes were non-existent
I approached others without hesitation

Now, awareness has reached grander proportions
And I’m trapped in my own convictions
I’m burdened by the weight of my knowledge
Innocence is lost
Should I have stayed in a trance of naivete?
I reflect on the possibilities…....

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