Their times chosen few
Classics live on forever
All novelties fade
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Their times chosen few
Classics live on forever
All novelties fade
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Engines of plight will grind to a stop
When bloated guts belly flop
Diving high in their oils last drop
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Autos will stall – jets will fall
Ships adrift with no ports of call
Life consumed by engines sprawl
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We’ll burn our peat and our coal
Scavenge twigs when no logs roll
Burn our atoms and homes of ole
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Hope burns rockets for us to roam
In glittered shells, blazing chrome
Turning pages to ash that was our tome
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Oceans slick with humans last trace.
Now directionless vessels adrift in space
Motionless, still hurrying – to keep the pace
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Escaping history that was our own
Journey unneeded to a vast unknown
Civilizations die when greed is grown
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There was a young crab on a beach
The tides left life out of reach
With lungs full of fear
And a head full of air
The shell had a lesson to teach
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Sorry for caring
Can’t apologize
Sorry for staring
At the beauty in your eyes
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Sorry to offend
I’d hoped a better end
Sorry there’s no second chance
But perhaps a second glance
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Pearls of beauty cost time and luck.
Pearls of wisdom spend lives in muck.
Pearls displayed on treasured chest,
not the pearls that pearl’s love best.
A pearl adorned was a life we shuck,
a pearls death when freed from muck.
Wisdom counters folly’s haste.
Pearls of nature are not to waste.
Muddy visions count the buck.
Oceans clear drown in muck.
Seas to rise in polar heat
Saving pearls from Follies Street
Pearls of wisdom we won’t pluck,
When life returns to natures muck.
The End
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Mornings lost to mourning
Day’s lost to night
Night’s lost in darkness
Darkness longs for light
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Sleepless nights, hopeless days
Hopeful nights, time slight
Day’s lost in hands-of-time
Time wins times fight
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Fists hide mourning’s face
Gentle hands, mornings bright
Night stars light mourned
Suns rise, all’s right
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Nights fall, mourning ends
Faces shine ending fright
Mourning put to rest
Day returns to sight
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Love: Something more important than oneself
Youth: Homes begun to live forever
Learning: Foundations built to forever expand
Midlife: The well murky, not dry
Old Age: When underwear’s older than memory
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Time: Space between birth and death
Life: What we make of time
Space: A need to be filled
Birth: safe, warm, quiet then loud!
Death: Dimension during or after life
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Soil and water blend, life flourishes
Embrace love, embrace life, love embrace
Faceless hands can make no time
Green faces, yellow hearts pumping blue
A bookshelf empty speaks many volumes
A silent lover is hyper sonic
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