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You, ( a lady) Full of grace Gave me dreams Full of quixotic fancies Till The scales Fell And dawn dawned on me - I a mere fool Riding On A cockroach’s back © Lanre Adebayo
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
Remi
One waves as slender, thin Another waves as a mother, complete No resentment more than in each reservation That sway and tailoring where in a mind, designed
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 6:56 PM UTC
On Opposing Hands
do Not hate me for being a pessimist your quixotic attitude is going to get you hurt and then i wont listen to you complain
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Quixotic
I have stepped out onto the railroad station I had found my train, after contemplation Inside my heart, a feeling for two is stored My only question: will you take me aboard?
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
Station
Come, Autumn, on September wings      Come, the quixotic aura this season brings Welcome, the golden harvest, and its plentiful reap      Welcome, turning of the foliage, falling to paint      golden streets Transpire, crisp air, with your sway in timber tops      Befall us, pumpkin skies, where the sun drops Betide to me, the lull and composure from you,      calmest breeze      Make yourself known, won't you please? Recieve gladly, the crackling of fire beneath a silver      moon      Embrace the little things, for they will go away      soon Welcome, fall, the enigmatic emotion as the season      starts      Welcome fall, with open hands and blithe hearts Come, Autumn, with the romantic feelings you stir      Come Autumn, I hope to be lost in the ambience      that is her
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
Come Autumn
As I lay out on my front porch, falling asleep to the melody of rain, I can't help but imagine you here beside me
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
I hope you don't mind
In a land where convenience furthers Not perseverance, and 'ignorance is bliss', Is amiss, as it's far more than "Godliness", It being, "All", and n'er is perceived, The universe of a grain of sand, as it, Like love, grasped, Just falls from their hand, Even the hollow of belief Is an unattainable goal, For the path less traveled Is more travailed, n'er sold. In their opine, Their best, "skol". reality
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
not, "... above the fruited plains..."
The man in the mirror envelops his fractal fingers over my scathing sight, seeking quixotic symmetry, the apogean gift of harmony, with his enigmatic allure, disillusions me off vanity; off a falsifying dream. The liar traps me in his liar, to aid in his endless search for perfection while shaming me for the sins I repent.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
MAN IN THE MIRROR