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"deferral" poems
Regret is not The fleeting deferral of some brief romance Regret is the inability to react to the irreversible moment of something created slipping away (My boy Jamie being led into that bitter cold by a hand that should have been none but my own) Photographs faded pulpit dark and winter noon grey are but the same as extinguishing candles to mark , instead , what could have been done for the world (I thought they were better off being together with their own kind so I used to hurry past them waiting for the trains their children tidy and smiling, nevertheless) And the Angelus bell will continue to ring long after we all rot. And the ghosts we share will take all but their names with them, to be dug up for some purpose of record to fissure a cause for disquiet along the nuns' walk wall. (Before that, she had been such a carful girl and these days I wince at the sound of giggles which remind me of hers.)
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
After Hanging The Wreath
Before you go to the place burial Before the world goes unreal Before God ceases to be ideal Before man becomes asocial Before Money becomes viral Stop Money from become visual. When you give any approval To let cruel Money be initial Pave path pathetically deferral. We know Money is very vital Many for it with brothers quarrel. Stop Money from become visual. Human never before money trivial, Money – a means to be happy total Is a wrong belief as it is only defrayal. Let be a man, lion, fox or camel Be it gold, silver, iron or metal Stop Money from become visual. Why to treat Money so special When human nature is acquittal? Many times it needs one’s approval To change man who is immoral: God is watching You! Ye Mammal. Stop Money from become visual.
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
MONEY - A CRUEL AGENT – 6
What were you believing A mere five years ago Have you moved on from there Or did it soothe your soul? Perhaps it makes more difference Than anyone would care to know    But it seems the human mind Was designed to grow... Surely the test of life awaits Beyond this world a deferral fate Into an abyss of eternal bliss    If you make some sort of list... Thanks to the Luck of the draw Forty six and 2   This is something I already clawed through..
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
LUCK OF THE DRAW
Deferral an insidious skulking mortal born out of apathy where tenacity is held. Creeps through nerves leaving trails of poisonous narcotics, pulls on the strings of a fragile brain. Feeds on a grit in lethargy mind desperately seeks to awake, contaminates ambitions by turning desires into dreams. Finds it death by chocking On gulps of great passions and resolve.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Choking on passion