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Jesus Gods Link
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10/03
The words I pen, quite simply,
Are my thoughts disposed to ink.
Laying my heart agape on paper,
Inviting others to seek God's link.
I seek not possession, or ownership,
To thoughts that once dormant lay.
God, bades my elite in each travail,
In stride, thought, and feats of day.
Never regarding it developed talent,
But alternatively, God's, gift to me.
That in using my blundering efforts,
I've presented Jesus, for others to see.
So consider these not as abeyant words,
Ink, structured to form a printed page.
My objective was to show you Jesus,
And plant a seed to sprout with age.
A Select Few
Tom Wright
Archives
A few times in my lifetime,
I’ve been blessed by the presence of those
whom God has ushered into a common trail.
These wonderful people caused me to search my soul,
challenged my thinking, and caused abeyant,
creative juices to flow; perhaps they came to me out of
obedience to God’s urging. Thanks can never
be considered payment enough; but should
you be one of these, my gift to you
is friendship, undying loyalty, and love,
for lingering with me therein.
Tom
I’m not overly impressed with what some say they now
But quiet deeds that come to light impress me so.
Tom
Caprice
The right moment
at the wrong time
The right rhythm
with the wrong rhyme
The verse oft hidden
between the lines
The Muse abeyant
— till prescience shines
(The New Room: January, 2026)
In Plain Sight
You can hide
in the open
when you’re
somebody else
No need for
a mask
with your image
indwelt
You can hide
in the open
when nobody
stares
An orphan
in training
whose devils
— may care
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Alone
I hope that
you die
before
the new morn
The night holding
captive
your future
forlorn
I hope that
you choke
on the words
you profane
A prisoner
convicted
alone
— in your pain
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Darkness Calls
Temptation rears
its ugly head
Deception hides
beneath our beds
The Angels
of our nature shunned
As darkness calls
— perdition comes
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid?
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle
garden common opal
transit sidestep
to a multiverse
of sappy fruit drip
net bag of niche
mauve rim canopy
a gilt ring culprit’s
flashpoint conjure
stirring taxi cabs
of lavish spurt
woolgathering
a gold rush stray
footslog must
have steel encased.
undulating folds
entangled nomad feint
dwarf yellow scorcher
firmament fatality
dash for straw hut
casita or elm
wood cabin where
advertence on
turnpikes, trails,
woven tracks lead
trajectory abuts
plod along dry path
dust bowl swirling as
they spurn allotments
meek enshrouded lull
with unalloyed poise
to jettison narcolepsy
brief embargo on
spiral plumule
when one’s physique
has many harrowing
gasps, taut breath
that intrinsic quest
for glistening cascade
seems an urgent
void, crushing
diapason rudderless
mahatma clement at
Arcadias nascent
totem of egress
yet charismatic
terminal flag
as this sentient
hypothesiser on
emerald tint bract
beneath hiking boot
unflinching
wild clasp at
beanpole verges
riven from
shade burst cockcrow
lure an impetus
to meandered pretext
primeval boon-docks
whilst tranquil flit
discommoding tawdry
pitch or tilt
gaunt endowment
I must brood on
surreal moiety
of cerebral aspect
squandered
rude reckoning aside
lapse into sullen
vacuum found across
a link whose blind
velvet crush lingers
query later doused
in vapour whirl gush
inkling thin veneer
sheeny beadlet
brow sapped
nod and falter
to a childhood turf
shelter for the limb
victim of grinding
marathon on marathon
to relish glow hue noons
hermetically abeyant
sempiternal eves
avenue to wanderer
fatigued yet still
in broad pursuit
of deep quiddity