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"fortuity" poems
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Asylum
Forget the onion and all its layers thats obvious You are undeserving for such a cliché So I invite a different perspective Think of a base, flour and egg kneaded together like I need you, so dense in identical morals Folded with mirrored ideology of future fortuity Dipped sensually with a sauce so thick, Thicker than blood or water, Blended as one to create a sea of red as deep as our hearts pumping vitality Sprinkled softly with the most palatable, mouth watering mozzarella Each placing full of utter affection, Long lost stares while you sit innocent to me feasting my eyes upon your moreish persona. The only quandry we must face is whose decision that day of toppings to showcase Who gets the chance to tease additional flavours, delicious tasters To open eyes to attributes unseen before, Hopes set high to electrify taste buds Wanting the other to crave more Ingredients brought together for a flavoursome pizza You are my hawaiian As i, Your meatfeast. Opposing trimmings Eachothers 1st choice One anothers perfection to quench their dying hunger
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Pizza perfectionism
Revel in space, yet not darkled, still the **** and span of things that breeds airlessness; The trees are evenly cut, and their overgrowth seems like a forethought. Where I am from, we eat fish with our bare hands and our furniture, from bodies of sandalwood, crushed with the scent of peregrines. The morning makes you conscious of space, and altogether the height of trees syncopates to a nauseating stillness. In the awning hours, leaves punctuate the ground – the cicada with its machinistic song prowls, spills like water from a broken vase toppled by me years younger, raw, agile, deftly windless,   wounded in love, lovingly wounded, perhaps if there is a word for it, then let me have my way, easily fraught with its meaning:    a casualty. Sometimes the timeworn folks would light cigarettes underneath the canopy of a mango tree to banish ants and send them back   to their queens – roosters in their wrinkled stations croon in stasis, a song for the somnolent. I become what the seasons evict. Constancy. Rearing weight and gravity from nocturne. Tears are communal. They make us aware of the weight of the Earth. Somewhere, a funebre stilts through the silence, and the jangle of little pieces spells out fortuity, men in huddles mending pain by the sleight of hand, a toss of a card, spinning in its imaginary axis: fate,    feigned and fine-tuned to belief that it is controllable, a variable, or a tabulation marred by frailty. From where I am from, people stride through the streets naked, soldering baskets filled with fruits gossamer from the harvest, children suckling their mothers, the music of sweeping metastasizes throughout the afternoon, and the same clouds contort themselves to afford wry proposition: it is a day tender with wonder, its allure overwrought, its sheen unremarkable.   The funebre leaves with a necessary abundance of absence. All the leaves depart from their mothering boughs,   collapsing on the dreary back of the loam like penitence. Like how once when you were young, you tinkered with the fresh scab of your wound and felt the pain confine   itself there, a part of you, that has now healed, but is still       available for the world to break once again.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Funebre In Plaridel, Bulacan
Revel in space, yet not darkled, still the **** and span of things that breeds airlessness; The trees are evenly cut, and their overgrowth seems like a forethought. Where I am from, we eat fish with our bare hands and our furniture, from bodies of sandalwood, crushed with the scent of peregrines. The morning makes you conscious of space, and altogether the height of trees syncopates to a nauseating stillness. In the awning hours, leaves punctuate the ground – the cicada with its machinistic song prowls, spills like water from a broken vase toppled by me years younger, raw, agile, deftly windless,   wounded in love, lovingly wounded, perhaps if there is a word for it, then let me have my way, easily fraught with its meaning:    a casualty. Sometimes the timeworn folks would light cigarettes underneath the canopy of a mango tree to banish ants and send them back   to their queens – roosters in their wrinkled stations croon in stasis, a song for the somnolent. I become what the seasons evict. Constancy. Rearing weight and gravity from nocturne. Tears are communal. They make us aware of the weight of the Earth. Somewhere, a funebre stilts through the silence, and the jangle of little pieces spells out fortuity, men in huddles mending pain by the sleight of hand, a toss of a card, spinning in its imaginary axis: fate,    feigned and fine-tuned to belief that it is controllable, a variable, or a tabulation marred by frailty. From where I am from, people stride through the streets naked, soldering baskets filled with fruits gossamer from the harvest, children suckling their mothers, the music of sweeping metastasizes throughout the afternoon, and the same clouds contort themselves to afford wry proposition: it is a day tender with wonder, its allure overwrought, its sheen unremarkable.   The funebre leaves with a necessary abundance of absence. All the leaves depart from their mothering boughs,   collapsing on the dreary back of the loam like penitence. Like how once when you were young, you tinkered with the fresh scab of your wound and felt the pain confine   itself there, a part of you, that has now healed, but is still       available for the world to break once again.
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Oh, sweet serendipity How you've been so good to me Afraid of fate, I used to be Now my arms rest openly
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Fortuity
Tracing shadows with the powerful hand of Fortuity   Watering paper roses with tears Inscribing verses with the sharpest knife That cuts through the heart of me Grieving, yet not daring To show my fear Sorrow’s quietly weeping and knows not why Listening to murmuring voices Speaking from eyes that smile and cry Like flames in the wind Burning ceaselessly Without choices Lending my being to all impressions I feel Surrounding this spirit of mine Standing open with a bleeding heart, which kneels To the murmuring voices Without choices In kind
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 6:20 PM UTC
In Kind
Eager men gather, a coalition snug in fortuity. “Do” is their sentiment. Vacant economizing is their doing. Incorporating crisis trepidation intended to conceal true dealings. A lofty story, nebulous and misty, cordially faces jeopardy. Equality is never the aim for the uneven. Humor them though, to their caprice show them what it means to be upright. The uniform have no battle to fight, like the adage of the sage. Both ponder in delicate hesitation, is this the moment? Do I advance? Do I relapse? Have I any recourse at all? Doubtful in whimsical inquiry wishing to elevate such a state quickly, be pleased with assumed explanations; without debate, such a reckless undoing, will enfeeble us all.
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Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
Counsel
Perhaps the sun and moon are lovers, lovers who rarely have the fortuity of meeting one another Always chasing, always orbiting the increasing distance ever so burdening But once in a while, they get fairly close, everything stops, stands still as if it had froze, And vibrant energy is exchanged with a kiss, while the universe stares in awe of their wondrous eclipse.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Lovers who rarely meet
Hark! -      mine hopes had loftily soared      at your comely visage, young      handmaiden, carrying the promise      of much chivalry and banter upon      eagles' wings of fortuity! What goodness the Lord hath seen fit to imbue on thy outer trappings most surely were indeed false, wherefore thee proved thyself a most unworthy jouster of conversation. Dost thee not ken that real world in which we live, rendering thy speech thus? But alas...thou dost not. Lo! -      that only i could have understood      what the **** you were saying...
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Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
Renaissance Fair
And how awkward the tree is with the dried roots on that day of birds and grasses and laughter and the sun is somehow ridiculous like the moss green sprung on its white skin hit in winter by a thunder and how slender the birch is sunken into white self-contemplation to them a pigeon is stepping (like a fortuity) The original: като случайност И как неловко е дървото с изсъхналите клони във този ден на птици и треви и смях И слънцето е някак си нелепо като мъха зелен поникнал в бялата му кожа ударена през зимата от гръм А колко стройна е брезата потънала във бяло самосъзерцание Към тях пристъпя гълъб ( като случайност) The original of the poem is in Bulgarian and has been translated and adapted in English by Vessislava Savova.
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
Like a Fortuity
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Asylum
Green and refined, Ancient and divine, Only the devoted are blessed with the fortuity To paint with your colors, To master your intricate rituals, To consume your ichor, To worship each and every form you take. Those who have never known you Or refuse to bask in your light Will call this idolatry or heresy, That your right to be worshipped does not compare, But they'll never know the privilege Of feeling your warmth in their ephemeral bodies, And tasting your sanctity, So they can speak your tongue and cry their fervent praise.
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Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC
Speaking Your Gospel
If transparent a token promiscuous now in freefall and spy of equanimity though treason nigh fortuity with desire hone awhile storm is lust and inherently strife that renegade spliff come this ring of fire.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
Exhaust
Traipsing corridors of stone A smidgen of the real me waiting to be discovered Rustic region thimbles of fortuity , peaceful harbor answering riddles , solving mysteries ..
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
Precious Walks ...
I'm a ****** in a carnivore my martyr wants to craft in a hunt where biting laughs make romance posit their knowledge or fact if then skunk mull ground with graph only message hers affront to slander this right and sleep in the courtyard and chastise fortuity at baroness when she'd attract communist lore till Angora freeze her T & A all the way to Tennessee.
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
****** She Wrote
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction complicitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 9:18 PM UTC
Asylum
it was coming, arriving on a train -- some silent, mouthed anticipation recalled to life, finally. soon the house had no walls; we were living in huts made of twigs, trying to kindle a small fire in the snow. surrounded by darkness and the occasional passing car, we leapt from star to star in the cobalt haze of the night. there, a bright spot, a sort of celestial fortuity. all of the sudden I was not so alone. I walked in your footsteps on the path to your house. knee deep in snow, being careful not to stop moving, but still wary to move at all. I remember we were falling, falling, falling down (well, I was falling, you were helping me up) then running, running, racing through the streets to ensure our return before anyone knew where we were, or who we were. I remember you taking my hand which was wet with a layer of snow and numb to the bone. I couldn't feel yours at all. maybe that was the idea. there is always a guilt, but it was mitigated here; for one night that terrible swelling in my throat did not swallow me whole. but you cannot open the floodgates and expect to stay dry. I am slowly learning why this is true. I only hope that I will live to tell about it.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
ether
Unscented flower Things went south As you utter pleasantry That comes with titter I stayed disheartened In-between forced laugh; Caused by ancient occasion Waiting with bated breath for fortuity to cut-off the lines I thought, I have never been Impatient to arrive at the period while writing a sentence Predicament has once again occurred ; Scratching off thorns on my flower scene played in my head En voyage to holocaust A sigh whether of relief or misery have escaped between my lips Deep breath I took In dread that you would Take away the scent from my flower once you depart
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC
Unscented flower
He once held a foe and painted his nose but he dies there a notorious speaker with his fortuity in croquet quashed at the brink there it square rather and this polarity is left behind where Agamemnon knew his anomic basket with revenue shortfall miss credited country.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC
A Notorious Speaker
Playing the double life, coming apart at- the seems. I was thinking aloud the death of a supernova, and here an araucaria burns out. Hands unknown, someone mixes the cards of your fortuity, and you become very rich. You couldn't carry your happiness and crashed on stairs, like embedded in quicksand. I regard this a slaughter in broad daylight. Sun was pierced by a blistering eye.
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
Asking For Validation
he is not writing boldly to say that this is for someone, anyone, only for no one. all but one have so many names that intertwine themselves to their own reclusive triumphs. this is no inner life or an outward deaths this is something only purgatory claims in prayer or in the hell of each living. go on death and gladly begin! not for someone not for anyone not for everyone but for no one! what to make of it that this togetherness is sterile? ah, what fortuity! clearly no sizing down one's self nor seeing one's self through eyes of others, just merely being and coming to be, without a trace of going.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Losmal At Night: A Rumination
Standing at the footbridge I kept watch each night, My lantern raised high, with its brilliant light; I helped him pass safely, one side to the other, Only to see him fall into the arms of another Now my lantern is cold, no flame burning bright, No more do I search for those lost in the night; Next to the hearth, on pillows strewn o'er the floor, I sip wine with whomever finds their way to my door
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Fortuity
“I envisage I know the love before me, Albeit her being to that is howbeit sad, She is the benevolence of sadness afar, She has a tale of poignant yet sad agony, As I say hello there is a look of sulk, Hello as she shrugs a teardrop heart, A moment of calm as eyes shed a tear, An uplifting upsurge as she realizes it’s me, Distant waves break and swallows awake, Heart of such beauty with such tears that weep, Let’s promise each other to leave aggregate, We need to put all that aside and it is us we shall keep, Days of you brooding in weep will no longer ensue, In the present we are the ones that have chosen, Constant thoughts of sadness will no longer endure, You will love me and I as well will adore thee, Our sea Journey afore us will be jubilant, The fortuity of your teardrops will subside, Under Errant Skies” BY A. Guzaldo 06/22/2018 ©
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
“ERRANT SKIES”
The essence of wit is brevity which interestingly evinces chivalry delivered verdict to hex **** size (once and for all) president dons mantle of deviltry and trumps constitutional credo defining American elementary particular edicts denoting, enshrining, framing, grand honorable inalienable rights when foolhardy lobbyists prevail evicting execrable“enemy” i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal) which subsequently might help timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones in opposition against rabidly power hungry, misogynistic courting among the body politik fostering future feverish fortuity, toward risking life and limb sans Uncle Sam selfless gratuity (especially as Benjamin Button syndrome – reverses aging process acquired thru heredity gets in full swing) stamping mindset nonestablishmentarian identity with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy permission to go ahead with jocularity from a superstar coach named Kennedy thereby garnering homespun liberty where icon bank on direct laudable, linkedin longevity with unrolled Scottish grandeur (Pomp and Circumstance broadcast) synchronized with precise unrolled welcome mat yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree as curtain call doth close toward final decade of mortality yet dismiss bing hash-tagged a scofflaw at any opportunity especially if legislated mandate earmarked as priority in tandem with the key quality apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity as the hands of father time spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward away from present day turbidity increasing revanchism uber victory.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
Light Lettered Laughter
The essence of wit is brevity which interestingly evinces chivalry delivered verdict to hex **** size (once and for all) president dons mantle of deviltry and trumps constitutional credo defining American elementary particular edicts denoting, enshrining, framing, grand honorable inalienable rights when foolhardy lobbyists prevail evicting execrable“enemy” i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal) which subsequently might help timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones in opposition against rabidly power hungry, misogynistic courting among the body politik fostering future feverish fortuity, toward risking life and limb sans Uncle Sam selfless gratuity (especially as Benjamin Button syndrome – reverses aging process acquired thru heredity gets in full swing) stamping mindset nonestablishmentarian identity with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy permission to go ahead with jocularity from a superstar coach named Kennedy thereby garnering homespun liberty where icon bank on direct laudable, linkedin longevity with unrolled Scottish grandeur (Pomp and Circumstance broadcast) synchronized with precise unrolled welcome mat yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree as curtain call doth close toward final decade of mortality yet dismiss bing hash-tagged a scofflaw at any opportunity especially if legislated mandate earmarked as priority in tandem with the key quality apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity as the hands of father time spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward away from present day turbidity increasing revanchism uber victory.
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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
Asylum