I am …
a withered leaf -
the breath
of your indifference
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like
sinners
yet from the chill
not familiarity …
this place, once solemn -
once our vessel
has long since betrayed us
its moon
beams no magic
the breaks, sing not
tarnished doubloons rust
the wave tops
and the tree of love I
have wilted from
aches in vain to see
you look at me
the way you gaze
upon …
the sea.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Time meets no resistance -
no grand display
or hustle ~
Guffaw from the potter's field
Sands of time slip through the glass
An existence with a million moments drift past
Each grain a lifetime of pain and despair
While others spread joy and hope we can share
A place where past, present and future collide
Gone in an instant, yet oh what a wonderful ride
The seasons pass by alarmingly fast; a deadline comes due
Buckle up, the time has come for chaos to ensue
There is a beginning, is there truly an end
The path forges up and down, with a twist and a bend
Questions hang like the infinite stars from above
Answers will elude, until time gives that little shove
It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
The calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
There is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
Hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
When it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
On the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
Hey, love. I know you see me, we've exchanged a few words, just here and there, but I can't help but see you everywhere. I know you know me, you know what I like, but all we seem to do is fight. Maybe it's because, we both refuse to see, our true feelings really can come to be.
Hey, love, I know you like me, I know it's true, I really am just crushin' on you. I like your laugh, your smile, your voice, I just wish one of us would make that choice. The choice to admit that… just maybe, we could be something more than friends. Are we meant to be together in the end?
Hey, love. You're a really good friend, you know me so well, I just wish we both could tell. Tell if you liked me, or if I like you or if we're just being manipulated into something that's not really true.
Hey, love, thank you for being there, even if we're not meant to be. I'm still crushin' on you, I just don't want to let you see. I'm scared of my feelings, of being let down, but then again… is there any other way to know how? To know how to love, to know how to laugh, to know how to admit that we could be something more than friends.
Maybe, just maybe… we could be the game that ends.
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your name.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Did you choose it in your game?
Hey Listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your gender.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Is it really your choice or nature?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you love your nation.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Which form did you fill for admission?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you proud of your religion.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Do you know it's real vision?
Hey listen! Tell me something!
I heard you are lucky to be human.
OK, it's your choice, but one thing!
Does your heart have compassion?
Call me on, I need to know
How it goes so far away
If you send me your hello
I’d be knowing you’re OK
Give me little reassurance
Just a sign from the unknown
That would be a great occurrence
I shall keep it to my own
If you tell me where you are
I’d be following your way
It could be you’re not too far
Maybe closer with each day..
There’s a quiet heart upon the wall
that breaks the day in equal parts,
blind to the heavy tears that fall,
and careless of our weary hearts.
It treats a life like one quick breath,
counting the hours, cold and gray—
a gear that grinds away our breath,
where every second slips away.
And yet... time bends when passion burns,
and minutes stretch to touch the sky;
a single look, where longing turns,
can make a decade pass us by.
For all those weeks spent on routine
fade out like smoke in morning air,
while depth reclaims what life can mean,
and stays with us when we are there.
A clock measures duration, but depth counts time.
The Quiet Sovereign
by Christopher Haywood
2 October 2026
A thunderous speech can fill the space,
And shake the rafters, loud and proud,
Directing every turned-up face,
To sway the court and move the crowd.
It claims the air, it claims the hall,
With ringing words that heavily fall—
A passing wave that fills it all,
Then fades into a hollow sigh.
Yet when the bluster breaks away,
And heavy stillness settles in,
A deeper presence comes to stay,
Beneath the quiet, past the din.
For noise can rule the physical space,
And capture every wandering eye,
But silence meets you face to face,
Where no conviction fits a lie.
The loud voice commands the room;
The clear silence commands the mind.
An expiration date has been given
Like a common loaf you would bake
This one slightly differs, as past due is the date
Delve deep into the depths, where mysteries do lurk
To pluck out an answer, one might not think will work
You will find each foot planted, in a very shallow grave
Which one will get you there quicker, a choice must be made
But in the end it doesn't matter, the result stays the same
So now you must choose wisely, a balance must be paid
It all boils down to that inevitable, unfair trade
I tell you this as death draws near
As a cautionary tale, but not to fear
I now believe that a notion ingrained in us not to be true
The moment when we pass the lives we lived flash on through
I became aware as it began not long ago
Tiny fragments swaying to and fro
It happens when sleep draws close, a vignette whirs into view
Little threads to tug at and pursue
Gossamer strings of whispers float on by
Ghostly visages flicker like lighting streaks in the sky
Moments in time come from our past
We awake and remember how much we had forgotten as the years have been vast
Night after night new instants play out
Until you realize without a doubt
There will come a time when all the images disappear
The end has come, the light winks out, all will be clear.
It seems obvious to me
That we’ve been here before
But don’t ask me if I see
Who we were so long ago
I think many feel the same
Though they make of it a joke
Once I had a different name
Different tongue I spoke
Once you came down, dressed in satin
We went walking in the park
You bombarded me with Latin
Quoting Horace and Plutarch
You were laughing your head off
In the pouring rain
We were happy, weren’t we, love?
Bring it back again…
So much do, so much say, words come
endless minds wondering
Losing sleep like insomnia but I do not claim
Pills or excuse to your conviction of insanity
Same as I who knows what of their actions
Why a heart love so much it hates
Can not destroy love through destruction
It's desire passion of kindness at its best
Are we ashamed of who we become as a nation
That our fight, dignity to freedom falls
In hands those who wants kill us all
Where sin no longer confess but life itself it is
Forgotten commandments to good, burn like flag
Trading your life as the killer pulled trigger
Our behavior, only yourself to blame
Consequences you point if to save your own neck
Radical wars rage but not of peace and change
Concept not logical to theory is only an idea
Where truth to reality you cover eyes
Devastation of chaos a body lays maimed breathless
Their life, was it worth decision of your actions
Another world, unlike evil about to unleash
Defend your own, die like a man; not cowards
Can America be saved desolate grave souls breath
Or face their own demise at hands of demon men
Round and round we go,
Growing within the flow,
Slowly showing signs,
Aligning with the Divine,
The shine to bright to hide,
Exposing the Divide,
Decide to cut the chain,
Retrain your brain,
Maintain a sense of purpose,
Your a service to the world,
Moving toward peace,
Release all doubt,
It's all you've dreamed about,
A sprout coming to bloom,
Groomed by the spirit,
You can hear it within,
Begin to listen,
As glistening lights appear,
Have no fear,
They are here for you,
True to your intention,
They heal the dimension,
Your attention is necessary,
Scary is a word defined,
To keep you unrefined,
Running around blind,
Until its "you" that you find.
Destiny connected the unknown souls
At the time,with no plans and goals.
The depth of love was unknown
It grew with years,to others, unshown.
By and by,the emotions felt real
The match was perfect, the bond...ideal.
The feelings sparked,the same in two
Every moment lived together, was just so true.
The promises were real,just in place
The happy souls were there,each other to grace...
The commitment from both,although seemed real
The forever bond,still lacked the permanent seal.
Over the years,although together
The memories are there,just to treasure.
The eternal bond,is still a puzzle
One wonders,if ever,the fate will dazzle...
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