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Snipes May 2021
I go about my day
The sun shine casts a shade
The jukebox plays British soul tunes
The forecast shadows doom in a few
So I go about my day
The cumulonimbus clouds rain a gray
My junk box won’t start due to exhaustion
My foresight enheightened on the tone
So I bolt it home

My only light was from the beams
Street corners power the glow no other then green
It’s apparent everyones in a rush
At the time the time of death was just sets of stones
As the rain coats my bare skin
I’m hurrying home

So I jaywalk
I keep my head tucked
Wishing that I slept in the park
Instead my eyes meet a headlight
I’m starring
While the force losing control
Peels back my eye lids
Too a skull in the shade

Set forever in
John McCafferty Nov 2020
Emotions tend to turn the tide
Our thoughts and dreams are magnified
Into just a single life

Priorities are often rushed
Once committed hard to stop
Foresight is incongruous

As the route to pass multiplies
Such pressures placed upon our kind
Consumed inside collective minds
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
solEmn oaSis Nov 2020
Nakabibingi ang tunog ng katahimikan
Katahimikang pumapaimbulog sa karimlan
BinaLi ang sungay... buntot ay nabahag....
NakasisiLaw na tila maLiyab na sunog etong Liwanag
Liwanag na magbibigay linaw sa iniwang bakas ng alingawngaw
Puwing na hinipan... Hagip pati ang tahip na tinalupan !

©Pag-ibig, Pag-asa at Pananampalataya
if we truly can see what was good in the bad,
we surely could learned our lesson behind and beyond  !
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Light strokes her cream thighs
Gift of foresight on her lips
Her truth disbelieved

This one is in link with Clymenestra's story. [Link:]
Somewhat of another layer of tragedy in the story. Kassandra (or Cassandra) was a Trojan Princess who became the lover of Agamemnon. But before he brought her to his kingdom, before their subsequent deaths, she was a Priestess of Apollo.

Apollo was said to be so enamoured by her. In exchange for the gift of seeing the future, she promised him favours. In one variant, she broke her word after he granted her the gift (something he couldnt revoke to his chargin) and he cursed her further, no one would ever believe her prophecies. Another variant is that he gave her the power to tempt her into his bed and that didnt work, and he cursed her.

Either way, much like Clytemnestra, she too is a tragic figure. She had told Agamemnon repeatedly of the danger to come but he never believed her. And she too was resigned to her fate, she fully accepted it. But at least she was accepted in Elysian despite it all.

The first line does allude to Apollo and it's very much a euphemism.
The rest, highlights her power and tragedy to come.
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
John McCafferty Jul 2020
Blame the restraints
for putting things off
When juggling lots
are you equipped to restrict
Having let previous priorities slip
Is a sense of urgency necessary
to measure the relevance of discipline

Hesitant rings when the end is nigh
The bottom line aligned to confine
Day turns to night in the passage of time
Ignorance's bliss blisters bright
As the goal is narrowing
A margin call for all your foresight
You've done enough not to miss
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Silently humbled by birth
Too late to care in such positions
Both paused in bumbling notions of joy and despair
Times condition gapes and separates
Layers merge
Control lost, costs constructed
Impacted foresight of what might
Tight lines blind

All answers are finite

To suggest anything less
incrementally raises discrepancies
We do not falsify intentions
When mentioned only give to thyself what is true
Where we see the other in you
In what could be
Is and was
Nothing exist but her
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
This is a new page.
Empty;Deep Love and woes fill;
The former is me?
Fresh start same games but different play that is the sentiment don't want to say anymore
Brooke P Sep 2017
I always know when it's about to happen,
(an unfortunate foresight)
but I always neglect to prepare myself.
It's almost like
I look forward to the pain
because it gives me a scapegoat
for my persistant discontent.
Maybe I didn't love you,
I just need to be loved.
But either way,
I haven't been sleeping
and I'm struggling to find myself
outside the context
of someone else.
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