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The Prophets of Broken Fates

The woman was a prophet,
though many forgot it.
She read the fates for others,
she helped many lovers.

Never once did she look into her own soul,
she never tried to find what would make her whole.
But one day, she wished on a star—
that she could find a love that would go far.

A man with a long beard prophesied

A Tribute to Mothers

She bears the weight of life in her womb
In quiet fortitude and strength in silence 
Love flows from her hands, boundless, true
With every breath, she nurtures, she creates 
A force of nature, shaping destinies and fates 
In her heart, the universe is spun,
A mother, a warrior, whose battles are never undone 
Through life's storms, through

What Leave the Fates Decree

To Hades, black as ink, our souls shall sink,
And all our lives are gone within a wink!

Yet fleeting! E’er so fleeting! Though it be,
So well we love what leave the Fates decree.

Fates Regret

The ending
hard
The ending
mean
Your future
soiled
But memory
clean

Your back bent
over
Your steps
misplaced
Your speech
a murmur
But one
last ace ...

A Robin 
sits
Upon your
arm
And sings
of times
Forgotten
charm

And takes
your last
Begotten
breath
Upon its
wings
To fates
— regret

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024) 

Twisted fates

Birds sing
Grass is green
The air smells of new springtime spice
Soft rains
Come at night
It's nice to live in paradise

Air's pure
Water's clear
Then at last New York City calls
Fast train
First class cruise
All while the Eiffel Tower falls

Courts rule
Crimes set forth
And then they prove one is insane
Get caught
No escape
Hung on the wall, wrapped in chain

Souls lost
Spirits gone
Life itself becomes

Fates and Whispers

If ‘Beethoven’s Fifth’ foretold fate 
Rapping on humanity’s door,
Then what were Napoleon’s armies for?

When we challenge fate 
By declaring war,
What dire results do we ignore?

Are all our beliefs 
And Holy Scriptures,
Based on misheard 'Chinese whispers'?

Whither the Fates Carry

Whither the Fates Carry

Anchors aweigh in 1609, Anno Domini!
A convoy of ships laden with cargo set sail
And departed Plymouth harbour to cross the Atlantic
For Jamestown, Virginia, in the New World.

But a hurricane wreaked havoc in the Sargasso,
Pitching and rolling the vessels in the maelstrom.
The flagship Sea Venture struggled to stay on course
Until separated from the

The Fates: a Naani

The three Sisters
Are weaving ~
Caring not for your life;
Caring only for Their pattern.

Why Do Some People Swear At Their Own Fates

Almost all people just try to steer 
their own life cars 
in their own ways,
few, through wide highways,
a great number, 
through narrow lanes
with no gains
but in too many pains
so they all swear 
at not what they haven't done
that they should have done,
but at their own fates

The Fates of Plates

Two fresh plates to adorn my humble chariot.

The one on top had the honor of being mounted at the front,
as my customary parking pattern
is to back into a space on the far side of the garage.

But soft ... was it an honor?

To be figurehead, first to see, noble vanguard,
and yet,
bombarded for countless hours by suicidal

Fates Face

I dream of you late at night. 
Far away in the darkness you stand.
Surrounded by a glowing light.
But I can not see your face.
Each night you take one step closer.
And your face is becoming clearer.
The closer you come the brighter the light glows.
An energy of love and healing.
As the nights pass the more I long

Two Herds Two Fates

first herd was the path
to get crowd immunity,
get rid of COVID
second herd must live with it
now, all in the herd get it

Fates Cousin - Perchance

what happened just now
is what I had dreamt about
it was déjà rêvé
my brain churned through memories
to predict perchance fated

Armageddon

Age's bloodiest showdown looms, 
Or such it seems by its lurid form; 
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm. 

Now Armageddon's most savage sword 
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes, 
Though target's dexterous fightback 
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes. 

Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare
Under high heaven's beneficences; 
Watching on with an eye

The Three Fates

The Three Fates
                   by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2021
         Sometimes, I wake up in the morning
         three women on my

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