The prison cell was the best place Hector had ever lived
He relished his solitude
He had never had silence in a foster home or a group home
Hector was at peace
Glad to be here
Grateful for this quietude
Then he got a roommate
Here lie the remains of Hector O. Swift
Someone gave him an explosive gift
Seems Hector got quite a lift
He had no time to even feel miffed
Through his remains we had to sift
Written May 13, 2022
Hectors Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and a sub-species, Maui’s Dolphin are critically endangered
with only about 55 left, in New Zealand’s shallow waters
in the North Island eastern shores, is their home with borders
Hector Dolphins dorsal fin, looks like Mickey Mouse’s ear
and they are the smallest and rarest, of all marine dolphins
Their biggest threat, is being caught up in human fishing gear
and humans polluting, boat striking, developing and seabed mining
his hair
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his requiem mass
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Magnet drawn, I follow, follow ...
Can't get enough of your forever smile
I follow, follow your wave questing dance
Hector Hector
Celebration of L I F E
You diving muscle of exultant happiness
I live in you ... vibrant and energised
" Death net Death net "
"Death net Death net"
My happy friend I lost you
a moment there
Did you follow a schoolful of
yellow food?
Oh heart coldness
I see you
grey melting away
D E A T H
I will mourn you forever
life will never
be a celebration again
Your forever smile is gone
and so is mine.
Written in 1990's for greenpeace campaign.
As Song
A quest for power is a quest of faith.
The mythology states rank is gave.
An empty mind lacks the ability to form hate.
Insofar, what is the maxima that sake?
The drink of the Greek and Roman gods, nectar
Cause a religious uproar, wretchedness
A Trojan prince and warrior killed by Achilles, Hector
The impression made, etchings
Just paint a tale of two countries.
In mentality, one devises a plan.
War fulfills with strategy and plumbs.
An army cannot campaign with only one man.
So greatness, erected
A Trojan champion, slain
Hector falls, dejected
Mythological stated to be, intimidated
Strategy in war is to dishearten.
To achieve disparage, he was killed.
The Trojan War illustriously removes rank and smarts.
Hector was Trojan prince and the greatest warrior ever lived.
Greek is the mythology.
The Trojans are in battle.
In the Trojan War, Achilles took Hector life and his part.
The significant maxim is righteousness was earned.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 07, 2014!
THIS POEM AND EVERY POEM I WRITE AND EVERYTHING I DO IS INSPIRED BY MY ONE
MAN MY HERO MY DAD
H ate you love you
E ven in the darkest of all days you come thru with light
C ome on dad you know I love you
T ogether we stand and our love for each other will never fall
O n father’s day I didn’t really got you anything
R eading your face after my football games makes me feel fortunate to have you
T ogether we are a hell of a team
O ver every one you are my favorite
R age between us there always will be
R evange for something never will happen
E verything I know you thought me
S o dad I want you to know that you’re my hero
I LOVE YOU DAD
Not for glory, even honors sake
He fights for his family, wife and son at the gate
Greeks attack, they push us back
Hector must now lead the counter-attack
Hector!
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Prince of troy
Ajax the great, slayer of nine
Duel “the Trojan’s head shall be mine”
To a stand still, day and night
Matched in skill, courage and might
a truce is called
Waves and spray clean our fallen
Zeus weighs our fates
the great sits, staring at the gift
the horse prince’s sword
Why?
Smashing gates, scaling the wall
Apollo on my side, standing tall
Killing patrolus, a child in man’s armor
Dying words, Hectors fate none the better
Hector
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Princes of troy
He knows he is doomed, gods have spoken
there stands Achilles, at the gates still of motion
Warrior to the end, challenging the gods
Draw weapons, defying the odds