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olympslondon

past is history
a story twas…
future will be tomorrow
when it comes
twill be today
so then there is in reality
no tomorrow we may say….
so all boils down to simplicity
of the present we have
and
betwixt history and future,
the salad we have
enlivens us our memories
which indelibly become ingrained
in the deep recesses of the human mind…
we may recall in the distant future,
if we so desire
but then all can't so live
in the present
but all of you
success will come to very few
some will weep at their loss
others who participated and used condoms
will remember their stranger partners
when all have
themselves in the wilderness
once again merged
to behave as lost….

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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comma, where?
and
all countries do cater
for millions of condoms,
in villages entertainment
and inter- racial procreation,
less AIDS/HIV
they can use end products ...
from garbage too,
to create/procreate
citizens of world status …woo

IVF
free sperms
whose???
blast it no DNA can prove…
once humanity is
so strewn..

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thanx

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I appreciate any poetry, or other media, that doesn't indulge in slavish indulgence of the Olympic Corporation. Because we all know that's all it really is now.

Actually, on second and third reading this is even deeper than it first seems. Nature of memory and significance, truth and falsity, with the deep and honest presence of thousands of horny athletes.

I wasn't pre-empting when I said recently your poetry is getting better. I was right. I think you are putting more thought into it.

cheers,
Jess
Neopoet Managing Directors, with Richard (themoonman)

I wasn't pre-empting when I said recently your poetry is getting better.
I was right. I think you are putting more thought into it.

You have shown me the right path
into that tunnel of darkness
I groped all life long
now I wouldn't let you go
for the remaining life
which ain't I suppose too long ...
I stand upon the pedestal of time
where I can be kicked anytime
by the long hands of the creator
which once sent me
across the universe
to promote
FREE VERSE...

You have once again changed your snap
be consistent Sir.

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