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Status Quo

To be followed or to follow.
I care not for either.
Randomness with a touch of uniqueness.
I would say please shove that in your pipe and smoke it.
But you probably would.
The power suggestion it's not a obsession.
But a passion.
I never said I had any sense of fashion.
In fact when I was a young kid, I gave up the idea of being well liked.
With a kind of smugness I'm telling you this.
Not because I feel a need to explain myself to you.
But to let you know I won't be following your status quo.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Arborea Blooms

Amid bloomed white arboreas,
the twirping cardinal elates,
the foliage play while altheas,
adorn his song of cloudless fair,
the silver stream flowing relates,
upon same route and obligates
abyss to quaff tweedled ideas,
while blooms in light will oscillate.

The forest -look- embraces all,
white flow'rs that roil in ether's haze,
the randomness of light's befall,
air's blooms adorn this lavish ball,
clothe foliage's infinitely grace,
nuptial embroidery, white lace,
while streams flow to abyss' odd call
blooms celebrate air's nymphal phase.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Hey Clown, Meet With Me

Hey clown,
The whole community
Now under deep slumber
What are you looking at mid night?
You too go for a deep sleep,
No where you will get the truth
Only dark, deeper you go darker the things appeared.
More logic more confusion, no rules,
Everything is breaking everywhere
Randomness is the only rule,
The unruly kingdom where I reign
I am the king of all the kings
Meet with me, I am the biggest truth
The truth of the truths, the most untruth,
The juxtaposition, the ironical paradox
The wonder, the most bewildering box,
Hey clown, go for a sound, deep sleep.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Just A Random Poem

These words have no meaning to it
Yet we're typing it anyways
It's not about love, happiness, or sorrow
Yet it's about all those things
Love is not a game, but people still play
Happiness is all we want, but only few of us have it
Sorrow is in all of our hearts, but there is always someone out there to help us out
Like life these words have no meaning to it, yet it still does
Everyone is random in there own way, but thats okay
We see other peoples randomness, but we fail to see ours
But like everything, these words have no meaning,
Because this is Just A Random Poem

poem by Callum Tabone
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To Pay Particular Attention

A spoiled mixed up brew.
Left to sit to boil hot!
That's what I thought,
Of myself...
A lot!

A life I randomly got.
And not selected.
Not one that was picked,
To witness experiences...
In time I would digest.

And as I grow older,
I am coming to grips with this...
On being 'picked' and 'selected' business.
Realizing a 'randomness' is not the lives we live.

And I am not going to lie...
I do often wonder 'why'?
Since I will admit,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Nothing

As I glance around for inspiration
I see nothing
I feel nothing
I am nothing
So I write of the randomness
There on my wall
The bright vibrant colors
Not like me at all
The cute stuffed animals
All over the place
I've collected for years
Yet of me, not a trace
I see cheerful pictures
Of my friends and I
My, how I look
So cheerful, so alive
Ahh...the withering roses
Up there on the shelf
Something to finally
Resemble myself

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poem by Lacey UnKnown
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Drifters

there is no motive here
it is just like flying not even for the love of air

i have no wish for wings
neither do i have a feather

i fly on the invisible wings of my thoughts
drifting for the sake of nothing but just drifting

because i am drifting and i do not stop it
it could be that it is locating a drift

a shore of the winds, an island of gusts,
it is following a river of memories

memories are drifters too
and so are all the rest of these hanging wishes

uncertainties like molecules making a room for
their unseen randomness, the chaos that we never see

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stand Tall

Men are efficient to calls of danger
so the 'd speak of spiritual courage;
order needs one fearless arranger,
to tame randomness, pain to assuage.

Hope is the gift of a dreamer brave,
that stares at horizons open minded,
despair is the cause a mental slave
corresponds with futility, one sided.

If you are strong you 'll stand alone,
upon life's threshold to sky ascend,
your podium will be a gun smoke throne,
a dropping red drop, pain to impend.

There you 'll see all of your friends,
those that left to forthward years,
and smile to ghosts as prowess sends
a windy etiquette to wipe your tears.

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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A Rectification

the randomness of them all
entering your mind too preoccupied
with what must be
and what ougth to be,
the mind blunders
with timorous thunders,
and what becomes so evident
is this error protruding like
a tail from a body
like rabbit ears from your face

you feel like a fraction reduced
to its lowest terms
but you cannot be subdued by the
urge of sweet dishonesty
the self pretending to be right always?
to err is to be human
and to be most human is to accept
the errors of all errors,
yourself....

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stream Of Consciousness

Stream of consciousness

Thoughts that come at random
With no foresight and no plan
My fingers type at their own volition
With no structured idea at hand

I live in an environment of inquietude
In an ambiance of unease and perhaps fear
There’s a weight upon my forehead
A sense of loss of things I hold dear

Today’s a day much like any other
I read, I eat, yet feel so incomplete,
and blandly smiling at me in calm so replete
On my desk, photos of sisters and brother

Just to sit and compose idle randomness
At my desk, takes my mind away for a bit
Yet at the back of my mind sits emptyness

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poem by David Whalen
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