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Time's Reality

The reality of time
seeming is ever unknown
time has its own machination

Now as I leave my home
towards my newer one
I can't visualize
the machinations of time
should it hopefully chime
or
just imagination it does mime

Will I reach my destination
my newer environment warmer home
free as a lady bird
about the streets In Rome
roam
or
towards the happy landing
people waiting for clapping
will it be a sound of loud music
or
sound heard no more

Let me remain hopeful
assure Time
will live along with me
for much more
smilingly

moving towards my destination
may happier be our human fascination
welcome generosity of time.

Till then stand by

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Free verse
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good soliloquy Lovedly...

be well..

raj (sublime_ocean)

POET RAJ
T H A N X

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what on the surface appears to be light and airy, at first, plunges into depth...I'm impressed!

*hugs, Cat

When you fling poo, some of the stink sticks to you!

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Hi lovedly, enjoyed every bit of it. The title, content, first and last verses are fine. I would still tweak it a little, but you know what a crashing bore I can be about that issue.
Best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Just beautiful. I found such deepness in this. you are ever hopeful.

Thank you...Teddy

I have reached my destination

for a second lease

ere CORONAVIRSIS
LOL
Shall reply later
after much needed rest
till then do stay tuned
more poems will come soon
from my poetic moon
still abide with
lovedly

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Hi lovedly, Corona is all over the place. I wish you luck with your virus poem. That's one I will not compose anything for...lol.
Best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Its now so boringly
Let some young one
WIN IT

NOW
I'm above all Contestry
CONDUCT elsewhere my own
Thanks
Have a good day

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I disagree about it being boring anything but. It's part of our history and hopefully we will never live to see another but being part of this moment should bring inspiration of every part of every angle. Many thousands have lost their lives many thousands have lost their livelihoods and many have lost hope

Thank you...Teddy

This one is deeper than the surface. Does time continue after death even into an after life and if it does does it run at the same rate? Is time linear and only able to be perceived in the instants as we pass through? Do I have enough time to comment further? lol. Enjoyed

YES Stan
BUTTTTT
till u on mommy earth alone still stand
ABOUT
the distance Beyond Beyond
I have said so many times

THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND BEYOND

SAD none UNDER stand
OUT OF 7.5 BILLIONS

Go hear the song from

Tennessee

HANG DOWN YOUR HEAD TOM DOOLEY
O BOY TOMORROW UR GOIN TO DIE
DOWN SOME LONESOME valley
in
Tennessee

ASK ma'am Gracy from Chile
or cell PABLO
if he can cell back
if not then it is quite clear
PARADISE IS ONLY HERE
MOMMY ESRTHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

STANLY BEIEVE ME IF U WILL but suggest CLING ON TO YOUR OWN FAITH
ELSESusan will me kill
lol
so don't tel her
I want ton still live and love

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