Absolute Poems - Poems about Absolute

A-s N-ame N-icely A-pplies L-ove Y-ou N-eed ©bfa041425 Monocrostic (Birthday of  Annalyn  Javier)...

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Doing absolute zero endeavors Earlier today March 28th, 2025 (thee hour now fifteen minutes after eight o'clock at night, cuz yours truly & wife paced back and forth from one room to the other wearing out rugged groovy Tuesday (three day) experienced exhaustion within anticipatory anxiety while feeling foreboding regarding impending inspection courtesy funding source for low income rental community R(ural) H(ousing)...

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No mess is fantastic Lack of respect leads to war War is horrific, evil and poor Racism is not chic Modern slavery is painful Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful There is no justice They don’t really want peace Hypocrisy is ubiquitous Supremacy is senseless Discrimination is tasteless Their audacity is obvious Corruption is rampant And the economy decadent This is absolute chaos The whole thing is a mess Less than...

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For so many years now There are so many things I've been longing for A yearning desire Very unquenchable Salivating for liberation Steadily craving for absolute freedom. I've been aching For unconditional love Eagerly and restlessly Pining and suffering For absolute happiness Hopefully attainable someday. Hope realized leads To peace internalized I'm longing for the impossible I want to do whatever none...

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The cage has been far too long ...

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Blooming and glowing The garden fresh and ripe A place or state of abundance Never to lack or want Greener pasture All keep praying and thriving for. A place without worries A place of absolute harmony Absolute pleasure without pressure Better than where all was Greener pasture all keep desiring. Absolute peace The vibes everyone vibrates to Greener pasture The destination Everyone keep...

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Absolute Minimum f has an absolute minimum at x=a if f(a) < f(x) for all x in the domain of f the y value f(a) is the absolute value of f I have absolutely no clue what all this means because math is not in my genes ...

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Artificial blooms cause delight! Exquisite freesias, geraniums, hellebores Iris, jasmine, kaffir lilies. My neighbour Oscar plants quirky realistic stems. Transplanting unkempt verges with xanthic yellow zinnias. ...

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"The greatest lie in the world is told touching the holy scriptures in court. And the truest of all is said by drinking the wine in the bar." - Mirza Ghalib The universe is mine, I belong to this universe I am cherished in the true bar of natural love I am rude without myself but a true fanatic with...

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Yesterday’s absolutes all relative today Every path inviting ~ stumbles on its way ...

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I know that no war, will extinguish the sun and the moon. nor will it stop laughter... I know that when madness is gone, the gardens will bloom with flowers ...

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First, its hinted glint tinged the Venetian Blinds like a timid child. Slowly its emboldened gleam permeated the obscure room dispelling night’s cryptic rule. Second, it beamed a brilliant column of sun, glaring through blinds and reflecting against the back wall. Its gradual growing glow bled through cracks and corners of the windows, flooding the room with the brilliant blaze. Finally, the dawn was...

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I often voice record poems when I’m defecating on the toilet – I wonder, could this be considered as poetry dumping… just askin for a friend lol NB As the Queen of Poop I will NEVER be 'de turd' from posting my poems on what is a poetry site ...

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Am the string. Oscillating discretely, The sways of pattern, Calling for elation, To come happen... Am now a probability. Never discrete, yet, A contradictory distinction, True absolutism, And not a fiction... Am a void...conclusively. For within me persists everything, And for i resemble nothing, For i am all material, Yet am not a thing... None. Am just...I. ...

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he woke in the bowels of destruction. unsure of where he was or what had happened. Had he slept through a world war? There was absolute devastation; an entire city was destroyed. Am I still in New York? He wondered. He listened for the sounds of taxis, buses, and people. There was nothing. The silence was bothersome, and frightening. He did not...

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