Open Poetry #1 |
Futility I say |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Futility I say Cornucopia horn shows gray. Humanity's uncertain way. The hour glass spills the hour, Swallows up the gains of power. And time gobbles up each display, Dreams and fantasies waft away. The violent, bland, the good, the bad. The loving, the happy, the sad. I curse the maw, the exit door. The end of life, then nothing more. I curse the genesis of new. I curse apocalypse the coup. To sharp the blend, the bend, the vend. But I know not, a better end. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I just HATE it when dreams and fantasies get wafted! If you find that better end, let me know. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Good use of words. Makes one think. Well done. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you've come a long way Sy |
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