Come To The Fore Poems - Poems about Come To The Fore

HE THAT GOETH TO-FORE

The high and the lows, strife and blows
Through high tides, and angry winds,
Hurricanes and tornadoes
Life stalls, uncertainity builds,
fear beckons and faith dissolves
But with the last ounce of hope, i cling to Psalms 46:1

Daunting opposition flanks all directions ,
Laying bare fibres of my imperfections.
Trust turned to ammunition, 
piercing the fabric of my unsuspecting fondness.
The multitudes in

Fore

Scots golfers do not 'golf'
as they say in the U.S.A.
invented in Scotland
it's as they ought
a sport the Scottish play
the first tennis player
known by name
(Louis X)
did not 'tennis'
when he played the game
even so I may one day
bend my elbow
consider the racket
and give it a go
looks like the language
is slowly downward drifting
and come this Christmas
you won't see

Galleon fore

Where the hail crests the sunlight by the hill on which we laid 
Though the bedding were not empty as the rocks did fight away
In the confounds of our memories too soon pass ways galore
Love then dines as faiths are born to the measure of one’s hearts true implore
Then the captives of the waves sang

Its Cronyism to the Fore

Come gather round folks, one and all,
Ignore the pall of fake-ball call and gall.
Let's play a round of golf with friends,
Where favors flow and logic truly ends.
All listed experience and resumes we'll scoff at those,
We need buddies, cronies whose friendship shows.
'Fore!' is the call, as ball goes out of bounds,
'No worries!' just kick it back,

A Poet’s Fore-blurb

In my poems you will find
Introspections from a worldly mind.
Some are pensive, some are kind,
But they helped me pass my time.
I hope that you’ll enjoy my wit,
And don’t consider me a twit.
By the time you read my poems all through,
You’ll find that I am very much like you.

In my poems, you will see
Life’s dominant personalities.
As

Moments 'Fore the Feast

Gathered 'round the table
    moments 'fore the feast
  Heads down, hands folded
    thanking God for what they'd eat

  They ate like no tomorrow
    bellies stuffed, plates vacuum-clean
  Waddled off to the dessert buffet
    G-d forsaken in this scene

A Fore Gone Conclusion

to you

my life became a foregone conclusion
did you truly believe
that my failure was certain?

a pre-determined path I was meant to follow
Was I nothing more to you than a character
in a sad tale?

Did you truly know me?
that you could predict
what a challenged life
would mean for me
invisible
overlooked
and just as easily tossed away

You seemed to have won

as the

Proletarians To the Fore

Arm to arm, sinews clutch
One another, makes friend and crutch;
One crimson call, which guidance brought
The feeble, stern: the working lot
To stand much greater, taller, strong
Filled with hope, in lines long,
That stretch from pain, from glum, from slum
To the halls of white where nations clump
In the deadest form of gathered hoards
Of finance and shares, secluded boards
Who

When Deep Darkness and Shadows Race To Fore

When Deep Darkness And Shadows Race To Fore

Heartache is oft an invisible cut
Within the silent and deadly new field
Black boulders bring amidst deepening ruts,
Calamity, which oft one finds no shield.

Flung from sticky webs of hideous dark
Into the depths of an innocent soul
Unrelenting,  to make a galling mark,
Its newborn despair taking wicked toll.

What to do

Torments of My Own

Forsake me my clumsy heart
I have known peace and joy
But held them as a baby held a toy
How foolish a mischief on my part

Daring darling endeavours
Gaming the survival tempest 
Stunts begrudge in me a shredded grandeur
I have found the misery I sought 

After war is peace
The folklore reminds me a call to action
The steps I

Trump's 'Win' 'Hey, Fore' - Now, Five More

Trump’s ‘Win’ “Hey, Fore!” (Now Five More)


Trump’s ‘Win’

Trump’s ‘Win’ fades (but for lives that it cost)!
Think he cops to the fact that he’s lost?
Fake News’ swill! Be prepared
for a varmint (once snared),
can be vicious as hell, hates glasnost!


Trump’s ‘Past’

Lord, I trust that your heart is divine,
but four years now, Truth’s died on the vine!
Grant Republic

Looking To the 'Fore'

this (right!?) write is based on a bhuddist perspective of the "now" (quote:...
it is the being of an emptiness that enables a reality its manifestation)......
andt, the band 'u2's song "i've still not found what i'm looking for"....is the
fodder.
in the free verse the/a 'looking fore' is as a path ahead, between all common space-time logics (a

Reasons Fore the Sporting Seasons

There once was a General who had an investment in the swamp 
He had many ways of getting what he wants 
Including making things great again when he stomps 
While in the marsh land 
The General had to make a stand 
Feeling pressure from the groups 
Most were wearing their pinstripe suits 
For many years

Fore and After

Married to only what’s on the page,
each word I wedded

The cheers and accolades silenced,
my vow applauded

Spoken or read each line was reborn,
within the covers

That blanket the fore and after of time
—betrothed to forever

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Fore Sight

Ran out the door and realize
 I’d left my keys inside
Standing falling snow
 I’ve been here before
And still again
 Here I am
Perfect hindsight shows
 I’ve never learned to look ahead
There are things
 I’ve should have done
So I would not
 Be catching snow
How many times
 Will I need
Before I learn
 To plan ahead

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