Caprice
The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
with the wrong rhyme
The verse oft hidden
between the lines
The Muse abeyant
— till prescience shines
(The New Room: January, 2026)
In Plain Sight
You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else
No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt
You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares
An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Alone
I hope that
you die
before
the new morn
The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn
I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane
A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Darkness Calls
Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds
The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Wheelchairs
and walkers
in God’s
waiting room
Praying
abeyant
the end
coming soon
Front to
the back
they line
in the queue
Telling their
stories
from memory’s
askew
They wait
and they wonder
who’s next
to go
As all through
the lounge
great grandkids
in tow
New moments
like hen’s teeth
each minute
a year
As walkers
and wheelchairs
rust out
— in the tears
(Dunwoody Retirement Home: September, 2025)
A Select Few
Tom Wright
Archives
A few times in my lifetime,
I’ve been blessed by the presence of those
whom God has ushered into a common trail.
These wonderful people caused me to search my soul,
challenged my thinking, and caused abeyant,
creative juices to flow; perhaps they came to me out of
obedience to God’s urging. Thanks can never
be considered payment enough; but should
you be one of these, my gift to you
is friendship, undying loyalty, and love,
for lingering with me therein.
Tom
I’m not overly impressed with what some say they now
But quiet deeds that come to light impress me so.
Tom
Immersed in the quagmire
of finding yourself
The search tunnels deeper
through canyons undwelt
Absorbed in the moments
your fear would disdain
Time lost and abeyant
— in search of a name
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Love fades away
life goes on
Music divorcing
words to a song
Into the darkness
into the night
Melody orphaned
absent the light
Love fades away
time stands still
Harmonies vagrant
memories chill
Voices celestial
echo alone
Love once abeyant
—life is disowned
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Pulling the curtains
down on today
Shutting the windows
doors locked from the street
Putting the cat out
trouble abeyant
My house becomes quiet
—the past is asleep
(Dreamsleep: Ocotber, 2023)
You can’t burn out
if not on fire
You can’t be hurt
without desire
You can’t be found
if never lost
You’ll never melt
without a frost
Your memory void
without a thought
You’re never freed
if never caught
You’ll never plant
without a seed
You need the words
to have a creed
The past depends
on present spent
The pawn shop thrives
on items lent
The morning lost
without the night
The truth abeyant
—wrong or right
(The New Room: July, 2022)
Biting my tongue
the words choke inside me
Moments digested
—unable to rise
(Deamsleep: June, 2022)
My girlfriend has a girlfriend
as pigeons flee the roost
Pronouns crying God knows what
knots are coming loose
I was my girlfriend’s boyfriend
when lines unblurred defined
My love abeyant, Limbo’s child
—left here misaligned
(Villanova University: June, 2022)
abeyant psychopaths won’t wait ~ she played hard to get he took the bait
Is the self
“a mere bundle
of perceptions”
If Hume’s right,
are the rest of us
wrong
When stimuli exits,
do we then
disappear
Existence abeyant,
too weak
—to live on
(Villanova University Library: April, 2021)
In every weary word, there is a selfish storm,
Within a blinding blurred of a formless form…
Thoughts are lost amidst the negligent nights,
Tongues are tossed upon blasphemous bites.
Cloudy confusion arises from its sacrificial still,
As the able abeyant advises the wandering will…
The silence surrenders to the drowning deluge,
For the rain remembers to release in its refuge.
Where the idealized illusions come out to play,
The stigmatic seclusions dormant in disarray…
Whirl winding whispers decay in the distance,
Amongst tangled twisters of raging resistance.
Nov.19.2019
Disarray Poetry
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
N/A for contest
We both reach
for a camera,
but forget
as the moment takes wing.
Tangerine buds bloom
into a sherbet fountain.
An orange and black dartle
of downy sunshine.
Hearts abeyant,
our perception hangs
from each ribbon of light.
Spiraling simulations surfacing,
scattering synthetic secretions...
Constitution compiling constructs,
chimera copulations condescending…
Hope harvesting hallucinations,
halcyon harmonics hovering…
Eternities embracing ethereal etchings,
engulfing endometrium’s echo…
Dissociation disrupting dreams,
daunting deflective deception…
Illicit Illusions idling,
identical igneous illusory immanent…
Astral ambient abode,
abeyant assimilation abductions arising…
Licentious lethargic lioness longing,
levitating luring landscapes…
Sculptural synergies succumbing,
sensual sensations shuddering.
Background music...by Ennja
"No Matter"
With a female virtual voice
July.05.2019
Another Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 1'st...Thank You
What Does It All Mean
Written: by Tom Wright
3/24/03
If life were a game and not a journey,
would diversion toward both be same?
If at ending awaited still, death's gurney,
and cretinous rules, that made the game.
Would scrutiny reveal an abeyant tear,
because flow of game so quickly ended.
Or should concern be placed in the fear,
of second best, in hell, being suspended.
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