Aloha Writers,
Flag flyer inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Hope's Final Cure
In prolonged inclusion we quietly trek home
With resolve to carry a our little gems of poem
In simple forms we play a cerebral kind of ball
As steamy mission bell cathedrals invite one and all
Close daily contact forges ways to stop once again
From nowhere ambulances ambush those who will win
Darker clouds gather to bring furtive distant song
In hope we turn to strange words we sing along
Spun into webs of tizzy with blinders and such
A seasonal dizzy as rainy winds pick up
Infant fogs forge to deliver new promises
In true love watching newsreels off the premises
Imprint in chemical tracks wind wild into patterns
In nerves to print stories for future Saturns
Protectively productive allergies start to stray
High stakes nothing short of chaos prefer to stay
Wetness of wiles emerge in new forms
Exits excite to a fruition of orchard horns
Doorway's final foreplay to respond in kind
Leaves in those trees left bereft to find
Standing out there and in the way of time's day
Rising in romance resembles reality's overplay
Achievements paramount as newscasts stand in the way
Lacking hand-eye movement so disparately we sway
The natural rations across ocean's vast stands
In the way to progress in search of distant lands
What one does not have could be the decider
Left up to others or a possible late night rider
Climactic climatic in issues to bear fruit
A rival's arrival stands in the path with loot
The simple misinformation of recent newscast
Breaks into the open something new might last
A fight for safety beckons new waves of sympathy
Injury finds a way to rear in ugly head in symphony
Publicly private for all the world to feel and see
In words of succession hidden from sight so free
To afford it or not stands deep in the way
Logs of reality lie dormant in swath sway
Not having the legs or a simple creature there
Is that really a rival or someone with care
The movement to the core is always a quest
Standing out in the open to publicly best
Or off to the shadow preferring to use cross hair
Preconceived notions whether real come to bear
They say I promise you but you really promise yourself
In leagues of promiscuity down from the outer shelf
New energies needed never known or seen before
Just as alleluia begins to knock down the door
Old injury in place to be replaced by the new
Hold in place the togetherness to stifle the view
Holed up somewhere others have no clue
The one to retrieve yourself can only be you
Such a notion stays thinly veiled out in the air
Is the love affair involved is the only one who cares?
Among friends the promise of sequel remains
Touch her lips to touch sorrow's "I promise you" pain
To miff all your friends brings its own casualty
Or to whiff altogether brings heartache casually
She swirls with gossip that sweet lady fair
Searching seeds for miles under hope's final care
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