#fossilized - Hello Poetry

~ encore un autre, inspiré par Sally B.~ another poem excised from an interdepartmental message from The Dept of Poets, (Global), a ridiculous thot mine, deserving of removal, remorse and regret, (modern human’s woke 3 r’s) nonetheless deserved of exegesis, mainly because I think so… Surficially, I comprehend that of the bones, of the billions of those who have gone to their where~ever, if could speak. we would require a huge commitment to building out our cell phone networks, the best comm tool, for portability between differing dimensions, times and spaces let us cut to the chase (thank god), my bones shall be without a doubt return to a granular dust, my minerals contributing to some future breakfast cereal, thus assuring my recirculated inspiration for generations to come(?), acknowledging that my “gifts” are the product of apriori Jews who wandered this planet, forever rootless and semi- displaced by their haters for reasons that have nothing to do with reason By way of my gratitude that you have read so far, hopefully to continue, let me assure you that this P. will not trend, nor spit or spot or high lighted, as it’s worth is as fleeting as my bones, when one dwells on the size of space expanding and the time & space continuum that disclaimer claimed, we breathe easier, and I happier, and now at last to the meat of the matter: My poems will wither, and eventually their ions will be erased when the internet servers undergo the many purges that yet will come (better this than purging people) yes, my ego’s cells, which one of you will no doubt will imbibe and perhaps???? imbue, may actually reappear in a newness, in a refreshing refreshment, that some Believers will think is absolutely brand new (which it won’t be), for the new treads are on the old treads, only now, dug a little deeper, and I, in my ionosphere, inside my cells yet within you, will muse amusedly, “there is nothing new under the sun” (1) but the sun will be shining and that is good enough for all of us Nov. 23 9:04 am nyC

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Nov 23, 2024

Nov 23, 2024 at 11:26 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

my fossilized bones will speak for me, when my tongue no longer can..

~ encore un autre, inspiré par Sally B.~ another poem excised from an interdepartmental message from The Dept of Poets, (Global), a ridiculous thot mine, deserving of removal, remorse and regret, (modern human’s woke 3 r’s) nonetheless deserved of exegesis, mainly because I think so… Surficially, I comprehend that of the bones, of the billions of those who have gone to their where~ever, if could speak. we would require a huge commitment to building out our cell phone networks, the best comm tool, for portability between differing dimensions, times and spaces let us cut to the chase (thank god), my bones shall be without a doubt return to a granular dust, my minerals contributing to some future breakfast cereal, thus assuring my recirculated inspiration for generations to come(?), acknowledging that my “gifts” are the product of apriori Jews who wandered this planet, forever rootless and semi- displaced by their haters for reasons that have nothing to do with reason By way of my gratitude that you have read so far, hopefully to continue, let me assure you that this P. will not trend, nor spit or spot or high lighted, as it’s worth is as fleeting as my bones, when one dwells on the size of space expanding and the time & space continuum that disclaimer claimed, we breathe easier, and I happier, and now at last to the meat of the matter: My poems will wither, and eventually their ions will be erased when the internet servers undergo the many purges that yet will come (better this than purging people) yes, my ego’s cells, which one of you will no doubt will imbibe and perhaps???? imbue, may actually reappear in a newness, in a refreshing refreshment, that some Believers will think is absolutely brand new (which it won’t be), for the new treads are on the old treads, only now, dug a little deeper, and I, in my ionosphere, inside my cells yet within you, will muse amusedly, “there is nothing new under the sun” (1) but the sun will be shining and that is good enough for all of us Nov. 23 9:04 am nyC

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I wonder if years from now The imprints you've left in me will Still be Visible, Forever fossilized, Etched into my bones

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC

CollectionOFcells

The fossilized forever

I wonder if years from now The imprints you've left in me will Still be Visible, Forever fossilized, Etched into my bones

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what is a (has been) doing here writing outmoded poems which never of others will entirely endear heck there's but one thing to do get off the poetry site and let talented penners entertain you since it's a dud at the art of poetry creation it'll be taking a no hoper's extended vacation the fossilized matter must bore no more in ho-hum fashion tis time to exhibit departing compassion

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Has Been

what is a (has been) doing here writing outmoded poems which never of others will entirely endear heck there's but one thing to do get off the poetry site and let talented penners entertain you since it's a dud at the art of poetry creation it'll be taking a no hoper's extended vacation the fossilized matter must bore no more in ho-hum fashion tis time to exhibit departing compassion

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