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9/11/2008 21:59:12   
Feoras ToxArch
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Water Cycles

O, Bringer of Fruition,
You nurtured them only like Mother Earth would.
Along with Your brilliant sun
balanced high within the sky;
buds blossomed with such benefaction
and rose upon a thallus of desire.
Firm roots branched into potent soil
then, nourished by these sprouting flowers,
Your plethora pollinated for them a beautiful garden.
But such ramification dimmed our Mother’s wit
as pods hoarded nutrients from the bountiful domain,
giving little in return.

Within time, even Your ample blessing
couldn’t withstand their ferocious greed, now distressing.
Outstretched roots thirsted for all needed
and, in result, overall beauty receded.
They groped and devoured everything
that remained of the now parched garden.
However, the sun remained temperate while slowly setting
as Your support continued, non-regretting.
Alas It was to no avail.
With such hunger, they were destined to fail.

The garden is now in decay,
its once radiant beauty has fallen astray.
One by one, flowers slowly crash and fall
each reverberating their terrible squall.
The roots back to the thallus retract
but it’s too late to have any impact.
Sunlight shattered across the horizon-rim,
silencing the scene that has become grim.
You watch from above as they fall in a heap
yet after all of this, the heavens still weep.




< Message edited by Feoras ToxArch -- 9/11/2008 22:03:53 >
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9/11/2008 22:04:19   
Feoras ToxArch
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Hubris

There once was a lad from Steel City,
who deemed himself oh so witty.
But while attempting to blaze a new trail,
and realizing those efforts were to little avail,
he had nothing left but pity.

He kept alone, distracted and distraught,
now deep in contemplative thought.
With dreams unsuccessfully conceived,
and feeling falsely deceived,
he took everything real for naught.

His senses began to withdraw,
still concluding he was without flaw.
Pride has left him foolish,
and an appearance now ghoulish,
the lad's goals were never to unthaw.


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9/11/2008 22:05:25   
Feoras ToxArch
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Toil for Amusement

Wake up early, drive to work;
The siren bell commences your irk.

Wash the chairs, scrub the floors;
Nothing tasking, just monetary chores.

Stock the restrooms, take out the trash;
Here, entertainment’s another form of cash.

Take a break, inhale your lunch;
Then tiresome toil resumes without a hunch.

Skim the pool, re-test its water;
Unwilling attitudes are fixed with nail and hammer.

Blow away stray leaves, weed the crabgrass;
Grains of time and dignity pass by the hourglass.

Stare down the clock, long for the siren to chime;
The “amusement” concludes at closing time.

Close up shop, dim the final light;
Aspirations fade with the moonlight.
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