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David Hilburn Aug 23
Sweeter, to adjust to a shadow
Fruition, in no way a sudden future
Survival to alacrity, glad to owe...
Where we are, a have to predict purity...

Same sense, same scent...?
Adrenaline fueled
A reason to foretell meant
With the ides of composure, silence due?

Mutual poise
Purpose ought, a halt
To obscurity, a wiser choice
Has said hello, for a salt...

Common, certain problems...
Just to save curiosity the trouble
Succinct energy's, sated by a whim
Share a decency, like it was ours, wonder

Shadows of change
Told to accrue accept, like another friend
Spare time, for the total of strange...
No matter how well done, we know life for its ends...
More married amends, like all of a promised land, was meant only...
Vinnie Adams Apr 2018
And
within moments of pity,
pride, possession, avarice;

and still, moments must resentful,
lustful, arduous, close;

some great current, unmoved
unblunted, unweakened, unswerved,
remains aflow;

for common nearness, a bondless magnetism,  
abounds through within faith-constance,
ever-surmounting that sight or scent
there without.
Jayanta Jun 2014
There are some coins in my pocket
Market asserts that ‘these are outdated’!

There are some pictures in my home
Viewer affirms these are antiquated!

There are some books in my library
Visitors avow these are passé!

There are some thought
Carrying with me,
Like, ‘world without edge for politics,
human out of religion,
people in matching pace and spirit,
to craft the globe to a village’!
But, everyone asserts these are archaic!

There some fruits in my store
But ,  people confirmed
These are perish and putrid!

Comprehend now only
My period is run out
I am outmoded in the freshness of the world!

— The End —