Best Possibility Poems
"She wanted something to happen- something, anything: she did not know what."
--Kate Chopin
Yes, I wanted something to happen
I wanted him to love me,
to even notice me,
but he sped through Life
as if I was a dead girl walking.
To him, I was nothing.
To me, he was everything.
To me, he was Life and Breath
He was Water and Nourishment
He was Spirit and Soul
He was my all,
though I scarcely knew him.
I knew him not,
But I knew I loved him.
I knew Love well enough to know it came to me continuously
Like a cat in need of attention.
But he knew not Love,
For he shunned me.
He shunned me like the moon shuns the sun.
We met no more,
Nor did I see him anywhere.
Nor did it matter anymore.
He left me
I wanted something to happen...
anything to happen...
But nothing ever did.
The unforgivable mistake we made,
the wrong moment for a serenade...
may rapture us to an imagined life
too beautiful to be lived in disguise!
Perhaps tomorrow could be that time
when everything is granted easily;
no need to wish and wait anxiously,
so run on meadows kissed by sunshine!
Your time and mine is surely controlled by fate;
whoever opposes it may go through immense grief,
and to avoid it, we must immediately halt our haste
in impulsive thoughts that interfere with belief!
What could change that something in our sad living
and thinking is put on a brave face in everything;
renewing our strength after tragedy and strife,
seeing only the possibility of an imagined life!
Written on 7/15/2016
In between
Between the cognitive and the dissonance
Between the lover and the loved
Cradled in the arms of Vishnu I am the infinite possibility
Between states of matter is where I hold my potential
I crave to be held but who’s hands are big enough to hold infinity
Perhaps it’s a matter of bravery rather than scale
The silence between the words, I am deafening
Time stopped as they stared at each other
Years of life and strife had gone by
They spoke of their families
Playing memories shared
Each one taking turns
As they still stared
Wondering
Minds still
Yearned.
©Holly P. Moore
October 2012
Have you seen your happiness recently?
Have felt the smile within your being
Open your eyes and it could be
Have you loved someone recently?
Have you felt the touch of possible dreams?
Open you heart and let love be.
Walking through the woods early in the day...
Haven’t seen a single soul passing my way...
All set to hunt as, I bought the latest gear....
On this the first hunting day of the year.....
It isn’t too cold but there’s a bit of snow...
So footprints will tell me where to go...
I can track by smell....
And I’ve been told pray tell....
That Man is getting smarter every single year..
Which means a lot... to my friends in here...
But now here’s the twist of this little ditty...
I’ve never lived or been to the city....
But trust me.. cause when I’m done..
And this is all in fun...by the end of Fall....
I’ll have a gorgeous blonde six footer ... a hanging on MY wall....
*** Just a thought...NRA = Natural Roaming Animal....
or Nasty Reindeer Association.......hmmmm
If only I could have understood,
The game we were destined to play,
Could have been privy to the dance steps,
Prior to the music beginning.
How helpful it would have been,
Prior to combining the ingredients:
You. Me. My Love. Your Intentions.
Before hastily mixing over our high heat.
But you know me.
Not exactly the cautious type.
Boldly jumping in without checking
If the pond has any water.
So…when your sunshine scent,
Looping linguistics and
Effervescent elixir,
All wafted into my hungry senses,
I inhaled so deeply,
I hardly noticed the burn.
I gulped up the bait,
Until I was suffocating in the deceit.
I was hardly a worthy opponent.
I was already a fragile vessel.
There were surfaces on me,
Worn thin from previous storms.
Deep cracks in my hull,
Tears in my sails’ fabric,
Over-extended, thread-barren,
A soul in need of resurfacing.
But I guess you did warn me,
You said you should have,
Come with a warning label.
To be fair, I wouldn’t have read it.
“Warning. Proceed With Caution.”
“Not Suitable for Amateurs.”
“Debilitating Pain Likely.”
“Sociopath On Board.”
As it was, I found myself splintered,
Dangerously taking on water,
In the eye of a major hurricane.
Decidedly unseaworthy.
And finally, as they always do,
The shattering gale winds,
The relentless, pounding rain,
The deafening, crashing waves, settled.
And as I came to, hungrily gulping in,
Those first, new breaths, signs of life,
My will to survive surging through me,
I finally, carefully took inventory:
Two arms…attached…still able,
One day to embrace another.
Two legs…not yet stable…but still able to,
Carry me along another journey.
A soul…a bit wiser and still able to soar.
One heart…a bit bloody, but still beating,
With the rhythmic whisper of hope,
In love’s possibility of tomorrows.
What is inside your heart right at the moment?
Are you lonely or excited? Are you needed a hug?
Friends are all over you; giving you unlimited pleasure and amusement
But have you find someone that comforts you? A real friend
I wonder how this movie script ending
That every life is a movie and you are in it
Life is a free will. Choices are everywhere
But what is left? What makes you so sure?
Is the life that you chose is the one you’re supposed to choose?
Others say that dreams are delusional
And hope is only to give people a hollow motivation
But people who hold their dreams are the ones that stable
They may fall but hopes keep them to hang on for another day
You can hold on to your dream but don’t let it be your master
Will it coming true? It’s only a possibility
But through it, you will gain sureness
That you will walk in the line you’re supposed to walk
You have waited more than you ever think of
Never counted how many wines you have drank
How many nights with cries and screams you have spend?
Even how many praying you have uttered
Anything that happens in this world is possibility
And time will answer all questions
You may not reach an apple on the highest tree without a ladder
It’s impossible but there is no reason that maybe you can reach it so easily
Maybe life is all about fiction and fantasy
Where reality only offers us cruelty and disappointment
That’s why we look elsewhere
To live for something else, to save and to be saved or to love and to be loved
In the event there is a God who or which works in mysterious ways. Perhaps a devil would work in mysterious ways as well. Maybe more or possibly way more mysteriously ways.
***This piece is a vital human question regarding the validity and
authenticity of humanity's existence, experience and significance,
in relation to the perpetual immensity of the universe with
its mystical and confounding qualities***
Fate Of The Spirit
Are sentient organisms through the vast unknown
Simply insignificant evanescent galactic fragments
Adrift in space across faultless and everlasting time
Cradled in the inexorable grasp of an Impalpable Force
Of which within a twinkle of one universal moment could
Condense a consciousness into an extinguished sparkle
Instantaneously driven to oblivion throughout eternity?
Or essences created in a transcendental awakening?
The truth lies upon the immutable fate of the spirit!
05/14/2012
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Cruising the Mediterranean Sea
what is it but the possibility of excitement
that really excites us?
for when some hear news of a storm coming,
they gather all their things &
their mouths are in constant babble with others,
as if they’d never underwent a storm in their lives.
when sexual excitement is possible,
when the plausibility of an encounter is on the horizon,
the parties at hand might have their hearts racing faster,
sweating more furiously &
salivating at the lips,
even more so than when the deed actually goes down.
ay, but the rub is the actuality of things---
the utter disappointment in a storm that had been
predicted to be
horrendous,
ending up to be only a drizzle, only a few fleeting clouds,
and the tearing off of another’s clothes,
ending up in nothing close to resembling
the rumbling passionate fantasies that
provoked the whole incident.
and in both cases,
when the storms move past us,
when the sex moves out of reach,
we are left dry &
desolate,
learning not from the mistaken delusions that lead us here,
but rather,
mustering more fantasies,
so as to do it all over again
(achieving nothing but the same outcome).
A POSSIBILITY
A return to those glory days of old
When most men wore guns, were nurtured bold
Was it war after war, movie violence,
So many to morn, the deathly silence
Of those left alone, forlorn?
Is this insanity a virus strain
Once caught makes joy of inflicting pain?
We see them now in market, in mall
Stern faced, bearing arms, all
These hardy, frightened, determined men –
“Random shootings will never happen again!”
This is their motto, passionate cry
But millions more would surely die
If an evil air continues to world infect
Without choice, without care
Why tempt – with carried guns – the side of man is weak
When his goodly, Godly side is what we seek?
speaking to a dark current
in my own rhythm
the droning wash of tones
calling to all anxiety as kindred
collected here
to revel in exceptional acceptance
a rare platform for difficult emotions
fingering the feelings which words
are inadequate to describe
in this space
i am free to roam
unashamed
there are no wrong answers
because there are no questions
no questioner
only the endurance
of the un-involved observer
25 MAR 2016
PCOLA FL
Life is given by default
Om of secrets locked in vaults
Veer off course, attack, assault
End is nigh, reprieve exalt
In my mind lay sacred realms
Solace for the overwhelmed
Always and forever
Love be stolen, never
Lost connection, sever
Truth cannot compromise
Heaven lives on hell's demise
Everlasting lover's eyes
Reach for gorgeous clear blue skies
End is nigh, remove disguise
"In a dream we are connected
Siamese twins, at the wrist"*
*quote taken from Smashing Pumpkins 'Geek USA' off of Siamese Dream.
Stuck in this body
My mind starts to think
And examine the possibilties
The possibilty
That I am alone
The possibility
That I am hated
The possibility
No one cares
never does my mnd
Examine the possibility
That I can be loved