It’s caught up, always, in those little things:
street corners, half-familiar: shop facades:
it’s not so much expansive boulevards
as rain-worn roofs which pluck the silvery strings
of sorrow. Part of my subconscious clings
to remnants – ruined fragments, broken sherds.
They say the brain’s an organ which discards,
not hoards. Why, then, these cruel rememberings?
A tranquil helmsman, plotting perfect vectors,
is how I see myself. Wretched delusion!
We’re buffeted by failure and exclusion,
divided into Hectors or defectors.
The only shred of dignity it brings
is when we learn to love our sunderings.
Time has run out
Wish i had prepared
We take for granted the ones in our lives
We carry on our everyday like we have forever
But then reality smacks you in the face
The ones you took for granted are no longer here
My life is a complicated one
But my world was blessed by so few
The ones you will always remember
The Johns The Tims The Chriss The Hectors
The Marthas The Miguels The Dorothys The Joesphines
The Elmers so on and so forth
The people that no longer here to share your memories
The days so short
Life placed these few here to reward you
To let you see there is so much more to you then yourself
As i get older i wonder who has took me for granted
I wonder will they ever realize what they have
The answer harder then the question
Life is about cherishing every waking moment while you still can
Pushing to be better in more ways then you know
Remember to pause and truly see what you have in your hands before it becomes to late.
Love every person that is and has been a part ot this man's complicated life.
The easily cured by the broadest of smiles
Of a cancer gone gross miles,
To life gingerly bouncing back
And beginning to not a lack!
The speedily healed by jocular doctors,
Worsening worries from one who hectors:
The time the keys to his coffin start jangling,
He between Heaven and Hell dangling!
The Hit-With-A-Spiteful-Elbow
Who soon recovers with a placebo:
The suspended-from-ground mistletoe,
Or several winks after stepping on her toe.
Yes, to whom it is excellent news,
That you’ve just paid for her juice.
They all wish,
and dreams collide- on a dime-
on a dive,
they say in admonished curves in time and color,
of those flapping doves,
seizes mind a flutter,
they wish to seal within the prosperous carrothers-
sanctity of motion,
hectors O' acres of the dozens...
They all wish one the baskets on the ovens-
and upon dishes their bumpkins-
that loudness to be promised to everyone we have punished.
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
Until the cap is won, effect of heat on reasoning remains unknown.
Until the palace is visited, that comfort creates discomfort is undiscovered.
Until power is tasted, that corruption is a genetic disorder remains a fallacy.
Dereliction, never a power disability, but a long inherited trait in ANTIQUITY
The Lion hectors the antelope
The Antelope terrorizes the grass
Strength uncommon to both BUT power.
Vulgarism and terrorism, power that corrupts the powered.
Corona virus, a legal tender to decipher corrupt human trait
The politician the national purse suppressed, the Grocer the destitute suppressed.
`You’ve never met me
Yet you know me
Face unfamiliar or perhaps...
Not a face at all
Perhaps I’m the stuff
that bad dreams are made of
Mayhaps I’m the
Handwriting …’pon the wall
The spectre… that hectors
Each one and all of us
I’m the nexus of nothingness
Memories just almost recalled
I’m no one and everyone
I’m the stars and the sun
I’m happiness and loneliness
I’m misery...I’m fun
I’m the bad and the good
I’m the best and the worse
An atom, a splinter of wood
I’m poetry, I’m the universe
And sometimes... I’m
...Nothing at all...
The Buzz of the Bette
last Chip
last Buck
last Hope
The Bill Rex me Blanche
Owen by Dawn
Skip to the Chase
the Butch dude Pat me to the floor
with little Grace he Hectors:
“you Ken Di or go Robin for my Bud”
I Bo and go with the Flo
ready to Nick to the Max
so he don’t Chuck me off the Cliff
Lets be Frank
Jack in the Buzz
before you Carrie
the Barb of the Bette
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