Abeyant Poems

A Select Few

A Select Few
Tom Wright
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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

Lost In Abeyance

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)

Memories Chill

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)

Perchance To Dream

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)

Strange Days

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)

Abeyant

Biting my tongue
the words choke inside me

Moments digested
—unable to rise

(Deamsleep: June, 2022)

Limbo's Child

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)

Black Widow

abeyant psychopaths won’t wait ~ she played hard to get he took the bait

The Missing Shade

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)

Disgruntled Disarray

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

Baltimore Oriole

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.

Decussate Dreamscapes

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

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.

Jesus Gods Link

Jesus Gods Link
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10/03

The words I pen, quite simply,
Are my thoughts disposed to ink.
Laying my heart agape on paper,
Inviting others to seek God's link.

I seek not possession, or ownership,
To thoughts that once dormant lay.
God, bades my elite in each travail,
In stride, thought, and feats of day.

Never regarding it developed talent,
But alternatively, God's, gift to me.
That in using my blundering efforts,
I've presented Jesus, for others to see.

So consider these not as abeyant words,
Ink, structured to form a printed page.
My objective was to show you Jesus,
And plant a seed to sprout with age.

Millstone

At the heart of the gristmill in common 
is the millstone: 
A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other.
Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone
Above is the runner whetstone,
honed to grind grain 
to grist fine flour.
The bed-stone 'tis convex, 
the runner stone 'tis concave,
together they form a grasp cup of hands
channeling the ground grist
out as grain is crushed
and ground to powder flour.
The power of the gristmill
is a treadmill water wheel.
Water in common, 
driving a gristmill in common,
to the tragedy of the commons.

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