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Paths

poem by John Prophet

Look in the mirror. What do you see? Depends on the choices you've made. Depends on your programming. Depends on where you were born. Depends on what you were born. Look in the mirror. What part will you play? A protagonist? An ... Read more

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Again the silence.

poem by P Mason

Again the silence And it echoes through my shattered soul like a thunderstorm Careening across the Nebraska prairie on a warm And humid afternoon. Why will you not simply confront What is your goal? Simply to shut off An... Read more

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Presence

poem by P Mason

Iiving in confusion, living in uncertainty... Drifting in and out of puzzles. Where do we exist Where does life begin for Us.... where does it end. We seek comfort and warmth We seek companions We seek love. We seek an ... Read more

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Dulcinea

poem by P Mason

11-16-16. Dulcinea I sat with you today For the first time in six weeks. You looked wonderful to me, but I can't believe I'd ever see you in any other light. That is because of where I am am, I still don't know where ... Read more

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Last night there ...

poem by John Rodie

Last night there was a ghost on the stair Early this morning still it was there Its ghostly eyes bore into my heart How I wish it would just depart Then I looked at those ghostly features Of this deranged demented creature ... Read more

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My Name Is Joe

poem by John Prophet

Hello my name is Joe, I'm from planet Earth. I opened my eyes one day and found myself there. Where I was before I do not know. They taught me stuff, made me go to school. To keep alive I found a job then passed on my genes. I'm get... Read more

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In Front Of Our E...

poem by John Prophet

It's happening right in front of our eyes. We, who live today are right in the middle of it. Being swept up in the wave breaking on humanities shoreline. The global brain being born all around us, exponentially expanding, most obli... Read more

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Can We Trust What...

poem by John Prophet

One day we open our eyes and there it is. The world opens up to us, all that we can see. We move within our view, learning as we go. But can we trust what we see? Is it real? What is "real" anyway? Does anyone really know? Quantum ... Read more

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Reality Is Morphi...

poem by John Prophet

We can see this in the generations coming after the the Sixty Something's of the early 21st Century, those of us who were born into a world of limited technology. For Millennia technological change occurred at glacial speed. Generatio... Read more

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Our Beliefs

poem by John Prophet

are as varied as they are inconsequential. All struck on a speck of a place, in a speck of time. Our very evolution built on infitesimly small terrain. All that we think, all of the great contributions like so many others, lost in ... Read more

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A World

poem by John Prophet

like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large. Self aware beings truly not aware of much. Self impressed with no reason to be. Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence. Compression point coming. E... Read more

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A Gift

poem by John Prophet

The meaning of life? This question has been asked for millennia. Some say there is no meaning, life is just a placeholder between oblivions. Others say God breathe life into man for a greater purpose, intimately meaningful. For so... Read more

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What New Realms A...

poem by John Prophet

We live in a universe of subatomic particles, the building blocks of everything else. All we can see and touch is made up of the stuff. Even in the seemingly empty void of space science tells us virtual particles pop in and out of exi... Read more

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The Bare Infiniti...

poem by Geoffrey Brewer

Starting as a short verse on the grammatical entity - the bare infinitive (the infinitive with the 'to' stripped off) as in the first poem.; I then developed a phantasy that gave it a spiritual beingness, taken further in the second, ... Read more

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Mea Culpa

poem by Geoffrey Brewer

Mea culpa While the sins of others may give pain with which I'm fraught They don't cause me unceasing distress that lingers within It's those things that I did but should not have, or didn't but ought That nag me in the wee smal... Read more

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Modern Woman You ...

poem by Jay Shades

Have you ever noticed that beautiful woman ? who has remained single for years. In this day and age of technology to hand, there are different ways to communicate. Many forms like social media. Begs a question don't it . The quest... Read more

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Bang-bang!

poem by Theresa Taylor

Just shoot already What are you waiting for?! You're a coward standing there, your finger poised and ready Open deaths white door Flood gates are waiting, you hold the key, hold it steady Sever the chains that keep dragging me do... Read more

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Past and Present

poem by Cecilia Crasto

As I delve into the archives of my mind What do I seek what will I find Must I forever bring to the surface Things of the past that have no purpose Tomorrow the present will become the past So we seize the moment and will it to l... Read more

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My Goddess

poem by

She is beauty to me, of which is beyond compare. She is subtle and true, as I fall into her lair. She is everything I want, and everything I need, She is the darkness and light, my sunshine indeed. She is evil and pure, and glowin... Read more

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Yellow House Man

poem by Alice inwonderland

The man in the hat, by the window, he laughs at me In the yellow house As I dwell in my misery Yes he laughs at me Why so miserable, he smiles The black crows circle by He stands still, unmoving Are you really there? Am I ... Read more