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Joe Adomavicia Mar 2016
I am retooling myself
Into the man, who honors integrity with daily exercise,
Into the words of a poem, a new stanza added daily,
Into the notes of a song, yet to be complete,
Into the symphony p, a theme that lifts, soaring above the commonplace,
Into the jewel multifaceted,  colors deep and husky,
Into the essences of love, always learning, dispensing hatefulness,
Into the fury of a great warrior ennobled with heroism,
Into the dexterity of fingers that dispense living kindness,
Into the vibrancy of an orchid, born from tiny seed and falls soil,
Into the vessel science and technology constantly reforms, evolute,
Into the words of a book before his eyes, before closing time, clutched with purebred pride.
Farhan Ahmed Nov 2018
I sit settled under the feet.
Unless I am pushed or provoked
They say I pollute the street
Then hire someone to move
If you only give me somewhere to live
Maybe then there would be nothing to prove


Never born rogue
I evolute
But don’t you remember
When you pollute?
Then others still solute?


Clean my existence, I can tell you where to start
It should be your heart


See, I cannot be declared deceased
I must co-exist

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