"effluent" poems - Hello Poetry

Once again a still sunrise, Quite too much to my surprise; Now no longer the same reprise, Never believing in fate's demise. Once again awaits the sun, Otherworldly; waits for none; Terrestrial battles with wars unsung, The time is now, and has begun. Once waves of calamity striking the coast, Now sinking caravels with swift riposte; This paves the insanity to roads of most, No graves on marvels without a host. My ambiguous ocean, bounds not to the throes, An effluent river asks not where it goes; But through frigid winters it finally froze, Yet two rigid reasons -- it once again flows. Your guess is as mine, for nobody knows, This mess is divine, and to us it bestows; Thrown into disaster, yet much room for prose, We are the ship-masters -- and everyone rows. So set my oars down, and go for the sails, Open your eyes, ears & mind; there is no trail; Wandering didactic wisp you will find, futility of 'fail', Galactic inhale, cosmic exhale, maybe then will the true path unveil. So leave nasty mates; abandon the ship, No mutiny required, just let the wreck tip, As though through spread fingers they suddenly slip, Though red feelings linger, you find your own grip. Then leave folly habits -- straight at the shore, Shut it & lock it, and close the **** door; There always are options -- endless possibilities to explore, Just activate your wings, open wide--soar. Glad once again, for another sunset, What you pursue is what you will get; So forget calumet, anisette & cigarettes, Simply don't fret -- paint vignettes with no regrets.

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Oct 20, 2012

Oct 20, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC

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Sceni(deli)c Horizons

Once again a still sunrise, Quite too much to my surprise; Now no longer the same reprise, Never believing in fate's demise. Once again awaits the sun, Otherworldly; waits for none; Terrestrial battles with wars unsung, The time is now, and has begun. Once waves of calamity striking the coast, Now sinking caravels with swift riposte; This paves the insanity to roads of most, No graves on marvels without a host. My ambiguous ocean, bounds not to the throes, An effluent river asks not where it goes; But through frigid winters it finally froze, Yet two rigid reasons -- it once again flows. Your guess is as mine, for nobody knows, This mess is divine, and to us it bestows; Thrown into disaster, yet much room for prose, We are the ship-masters -- and everyone rows. So set my oars down, and go for the sails, Open your eyes, ears & mind; there is no trail; Wandering didactic wisp you will find, futility of 'fail', Galactic inhale, cosmic exhale, maybe then will the true path unveil. So leave nasty mates; abandon the ship, No mutiny required, just let the wreck tip, As though through spread fingers they suddenly slip, Though red feelings linger, you find your own grip. Then leave folly habits -- straight at the shore, Shut it & lock it, and close the **** door; There always are options -- endless possibilities to explore, Just activate your wings, open wide--soar. Glad once again, for another sunset, What you pursue is what you will get; So forget calumet, anisette & cigarettes, Simply don't fret -- paint vignettes with no regrets.