The future holds no single polarity,
it's veins run four corners of the Earth.
Orbs of a seer's eye show no clarity,
as she purveys them around their girth.
The mystic's prediction are mere possibilities,
of a chosen direction one might take.
It all comes down to personal versatilities,
on what might prove to be one big mistake.
This life is but a serious game of chance,
your fate held in unfathomable ways.
Who can predict it's eventual circumstance,
absolute proof positive can never be displayed.
I testify to the loose of monetary sustenances,
if in the Mystic's orbs you trust your fates.
~~Suseann~~
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A contest entry
- ~Enlighten Me~ by deleteit.
300 points, ended March 10, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Glad to see this won and award. is a very nice poem laced with wonderful imagry. I love the questioning last line, for far too many psychics are charlitains.
Very well done as I am sure Houdini is smiling on you!
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You have definitely left me with reflecting upon this for sure.
Thanks for entering and the best of luck
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And thank you for the silver Tempest.Oh,I do like that name!
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Beautifully done! And what do we believe? A game of chance... decisions, and do we trust the Mystic's orbs? Do we place our fate in what we see? Many questions you have presented here sweetie... An outstanding piece! Perfection with you rhyme as well... all the best in the contest, This was a pleasurable piece to read...Love to you, Annie
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Thanks Ann,it all a house of caeds done with smoke and mirrors. Believe what common sense tells us is the best method. Yet don't rule out the hand of fate entirely.
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paradoxal
I enjoyed the opal clarity of this poem, always revolving around truths then leaving it all a mystery to the fates ..
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Now how did you know my birthstone was an opal? Ha! Thanks Cappy.
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