Riveting hopefuls from a-
mong the
festive zombie hordes are
dreaming of
big fat juicy
humans who
might need a
little extra time to
consider just what the
hell to
do now that the
apocalypse has
finally arrived.
He’s seen all the hopefuls reach for the sky
walks down aisles and anniversaries, how they pass by, as he fills every crowd with a presence so empty, minces his words and questions each syllable.
He’ll attempt a joke like his life’s on the line
(he gets it wrong, most every time)
The air is so thick, unmoved by the silence that falls when speaks, like he’s crafting a science but with everything that he’s seen, and every person he’s been, how has he not perfected the act?
That mask never sticks, it slips and they see it, and that’s when they start to step back. A life on the sidelines, that’s the life that he owns. A life not so giving, a life of stunted growth. He’s tried to escape it, more than once or twice, but he ends up just watching the world pass by.
As the children grow up and leave birthright towns, or when teenage lovers adorn wedding gowns, his place will not change- to all that is clear. He’s a seat filler through time for all the years that he’s here.
A spectator does not take centre stage.
A spectator, he’ll be, in every age.
Pause a moment and simply inhale,
intake all the lush scenery deeply.
Let your lungs breathe in this beach.
Overdue vacations crave a beach.
Wistful hopefuls wish for an inhale,
manifesting a trip to cherish deeply.
Salty air heals repairing deeply,
it’s the same for me at our beach.
Each memory alive with one inhale.
Inhale deeply, you’re at the beach.
betrayal is mischievous,
a thief of trust, and a loser for hopefuls,
to lose a soul, but to gain a soulmate
and to hold a familiar existence
yet again, you will die from your own fate
i lost myself when i found whom,
to kneel down for God's mercy
to find myself in the midst
of someone's recognition—
i may found me in him,
through Him
as tragic as it seems to be,
i would rather pray for his forgiveness
than for me, not because i am the ideal
but as a woman that would use
every parts of me
to let him know God
for God to let him be forgiven
i may be unsure for the longing
of seeking a soul,
to bury your wholeness, to know
my identity for the nth time
to know God again
to kneel down
even if it takes my soul to decay again—
even if it takes to plead for Him to find my soulless self,
without seeking for another soul to tie
still,
to whisper a prayer—
not to ask a soul to embrace mine, Yahweh,
to let it sit with my silence,
but to let them find a place,
even if my absence
becomes the answer to that plea
Has beens
and hopefuls
Poseurs
and scribes
Wings of
detachment
Losers
and lies
Fated
direction
Choices
on file
Lost in
the moment
Destiny’s
— child
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
I timed my departure to coincide with the
lunar eclipse, but the
eastern horizon wasn't apparent,
in the park, or at the top of the road
my local high points
I scanned the firmament along with
other rando hopefuls but there was
no show to see so
onwards and upwards we went
as wine of a deep red hue
wasn't going to
buy or drink itself
Three hopeful receivers of treats
Went roaming the neighbourhood streets.
And, though not really scared,
All the neighbours prepared,
So they went home weighed down with sweets
Note: In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter “Adeline”. The 23-year-old Philippe Pagès was auditioned along with 20 other hopefuls and, to his amazement, he got the job.
O sweet Adeline, born eyes open
And a smile on her small lips.
O delicious child I heard her gurgle
As if she had heeded a joke.
A tune raced in his mind and
He knew it was urgent to put it on paper.
The babe made noises of joy
And the music echoed its tune,
At times it was repetitive
At times it sounded soft and sweet.
But soon the babe raised her voice
A repetitive mellifluous melody
Lulling the babe to sleep.
Dream little child, dream on
Would that you have pleasant dreams,
And may the Good God bless you forever.
Holy place above stars
Heals all wounds and all scars
Happy winds gently blow
Hearts do love with full glow
Hopefuls dwell joyfully
Heroes live peacefully
Heaven is harmony
H or R Pleiades Poetry Contest
1st place
The veil of youth obscures the truth
from those susceptible to lies.
For they are newly exposed to
reality's underbelly.
A duck-blind for opportunists,
the veil of youth obscures the truth.
And fledgling dreamers fall in line,
wanting every lie to be true.
The foolish and naive get groomed
as enthusiastic hopefuls.
The veil of youth obscures the truth;
until the hands of time lift it.
Mature minds recognize deceit,
when fantasies fail to come true.
And a wizened heart understands,
the veil of youth obscures the truth.
In one straight line across the stage,
Of varied temperament and age,
The Democratic hopefuls spoke
To rouse supporters or provoke.
They disagreed in certain ways
And rarely gave each other praise
But tried to prove, to all who heard,
That they could get the country stirred.
By turns dynamic and laid-back
Each other's views they did attack
While all who watched were left to wonder
Who would rise and who would blunder.
Still, one or two will hit the stump
With just one goal - defeating Trump.
our life vest expired
yet, young and hopefuls declare
wisdom eternal
The hand of Neptune
sprouted from the sea,
megalith,
fortress of stone
and inside were sailors
who’d died at sea;
lonely souls
lost to a watery abyss.
The hand of Neptune
has raised them from
a watery grave;
one last wave
to the bygone hopefuls,
left behind...
remember...
Dancing, whizzing, whirling,
Skaters swooping by;
Starlets busy twiriling,
Pointing to the sky.
Judges tracing outlines,
Fancy figure eights;
Hopefuls' unread headlines,
Sealed in starry fates.
Breathless finish flowing
From dazzling routine;
Nervous, never knowing,
Verdict yet unseen.
Women's Figure Skating--
TV's stellar ore:
Winter's Watchers Waiting
Heroine's Encores.
February 11, 2018
88 Syllables
Sadness
turns into madness
people explode in
Movie Theaters;
People explode on roads;
People have road rage
on this road called life."
Say it soft shhh hush
CAN you say
"Zoloft "
Resentments
In churches, where
black-folk congregate.
Under the protection of the
Lord.
Were killed in his presence
by programmed youth under
mind control; Parishioners,
Praying baptist,
killed by terrorist.
Can you say
"Prozac"
People
Agitated
in altered states
don't know what to think
no pure water to drink.
Foods that confuse
instead of regulate.
Can you say
"Chlorine / fluoride"
Hate
backfiring like an old shotgun
toxic people making promises
to toxic hopefuls; Who gets sadder
and madder as they realize…
That in America;
They eat bad foods and...
Their lives Also "do not matter”
CAN you say ( Mon Saint O's )
or "GMO'S"
Help
Can you say...
"Follow the wealth ".
can you say
"Pharmaceutical"
over "medicinal"
can you say "Americans
are a victim of "Stealth"
Stolen minds and bad health.
Can you say
Exodus...?
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