"predominate" poems
Tonight is a cluster of
Recognitions, remembrances
Mostly reminiscence
Which sift in the breeze
Gusting beneath the temporary
Tarpaulin tent
Backs are slapped
Arms embraced
Smiles predominate
As shiny faces and gleaming foreheads
Illuminated by flashing cameras
Twinkle like fireflies displaying
In a muggy June meadow
Photos pulled from stained
Billfolds move from hand to hand
Displaying glossies of babies, graduations
Weddings and “The big catch”
Relatives, friends and officials
Find their place on folded metal chairs
For a wedding ceremony
Tonight has become a gathering
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
When the soul seeks
the song frozen in time,
Divinity obliges by
sending a few echoes down my path.
They reverberate across
the blue champagne
waves of inertia
to awaken reminiscences
of our harmonic rhythm.
Moments flow syllable like
to find a meaning
between the lines etched
on destiny's canvas as
a presence converges into resonance.
Every word is amplified together into
honest understanding breaking apart
the rational mind icebergs
that predominate love.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
I sit in a worried sand
I remain ever sinking deeper within my mind, in a relentlessly ceasing less void of gaping curiosity dominating my predominate view and clouding my vision with irrelevant focus toward foolish, feeble, fanatical finds that feverishly ****** my full fancy. I carelessly cast aside the light that should yield me smiles and giggles. With joy and of true happiness. But those hopes have evaded me and are consistently escaping my grasp due to my own self preservations. In conclusion, I'm the block to my own happiness. I am the key to my future. I just need to find the door to open it...
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC
there is one color predominate
RED
the blood that drips down every sky
infects every garden
and destroys
"destroys what?" some say
"destroys what?" i say
"well, keep dying,
the theory is you will be re-born some day"
in the middle of "where?"
"here" is a prayer
(hope you're listening)
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 11:47 AM UTC
I find it ludicrous how victim blaming
is so predominate in our society.
You ended us through a cryptic text message,
and began to ignore me,
and I “overreacted” when I demanded for answers.
I’m left frayed in your absence;
did you ever learn how to use scissors?
I bombarded you with pleas that fell
on a silenced phone,
read receipts turned off.
It’s hard for historians to accept the fact
that the records of some societies are lost forever.
Scientists don’t like to believe
we may never know how the Universe works.
How can you be so well kept in my presence,
when I sublime to the sound of your name?
Perhaps I shouldn’t compare your appearance
to the chemicals reacting inside you.
After all, you were never great at
expressing your emotions,
and I knew that very well.
Even Spock would be jealous
of your Vulcan traits.
Block everything out, would you.
You are preventing allies from entering your domain
to help your cause.
And I guess,
if Disney movies taught me anything,
a dream is a wish your heart makes.
Well, then I never mean anything I say.
You are such a persistent phantasm,
and you must love my mind,
because you never leave it.
Why do we love the things that are so harmful to us?
A smoker knows all too well that
cigarettes are slowly killing them,
yet they take a long drag anyway.
How can I get over someone I once loved?
Putting down that bottle of liquor,
it seems heavier than when I picked it up.
I’m an alcoholic and I’m skipping AA.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
The Figure gained speed.
The Beaten Path continued to shallow him.
The Stranger did not know which would **** him first.
He relaxed, and accepted his fate.
Mud encompassed his head, the Figure was inches away.
Life gave way from his body.
His head went limp, he fainted.
The Figure stopped the mud, and sighed.
"Humans."
The Stranger awoke, as the sun shined on him from the east.
This Figure did not have the predominate human features;
No ears,
No mouth,
No nose,
No hair, and
No pupils.
But eyes stared blankly at him.
Death, was amused that he didn't faint.
Then the laughter came when, the Stranger figured out who he was.
The laughter filled his head, echoing through his body.
"Yes, Death is thee name and fame."
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 11:29 AM UTC
Addiction issues are certainly predominate with the sensitive souls of writers.
Is the cause the world they perceive and abhor. The greed, despair, hunger, hate and such. There is an abundance of such.
Or,
Do we celebrate the beauty we see in charity, love, generosity and such, too much. There is an abundance of such.
Or,
Do we just prefer to mix our drinks?
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Pronunciate, predominate, preponderate, prevaricate,
Precipitate, pontificate, pomegranate, postulate –
Problem?
Do not attempt to look these words up!
That dictionary shouldn’t be w-i-d-e open like your mouth
Or can’t you handle multi-syllabic lexis?
I thought you were TOUGH, MIGHTY and STRONG
Yet lower,
Lower,
Down into the ground
A million thoughts lay scattered, here, there and everywhere
WAIT A MINUTE
I thought you were INVINCIBLE and POWERFUL
So HARD that you could DEFEAT anything that came your way
I THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN AND hide
Why, this room is as LOUD as s-i-l-e-n-c-e
I see that your friends aren’t with you now
What happened to your BIG mouth! Cat got your tongue?
But when your friends are around
Your tongue can’t resist a good workout
Up, down, t-w-i-r-l it a-r-o-u-n-d
I thought that Audacious was your middle name
Oh, here comes Georgia Giraffe. Cat got your tongue again?
The old YOU jumps out and reveals itself
When YOU LOOK down AT PEOPLE
Those known as the vulnerable
So why is it that when people LOOK down AT YOU
You put on a mask?
Such an innocent and friendly face!
Scared now? Met your match?
I thought that if you had a pound for every fight you had won
Every human alive would be penniless
Silly sausage! Oh, sorry! Offended?
Truth hurt? Are you a victim?
Well, imagine what it feels like to be a victim!
Where the world is an e-v-e-r-l-a-s-t-i-n-g nightmare
Look here, look there, but there is no escape route
I-m-a-g-i-n-e what it feels like to want to t-u-r-n back the clocks
Where you can never see the shine
If it isn’t too much of a HARD task, then
Bully, OH bully
-Imagine-
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
Was it your final flight?
Entrapped in leather armor
you pierced me hot and dizzy
excruciating and unforgiving.
****** for haram invasion,
when we plowed through
your nesting grounds.
Splattered amongst the visor
your sisters died in vain
but you, you left a mark
had me faint on the bike
falling backwards, alarmed
almost victim to your kamikaze.
Only soothed with more poison.
Swollen sordid pretense,
will it die away?
Though not the predominate,
I feared amputation
from your martyrdom.
But your irreverent venom
only plagued me for a weekend.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:06 AM UTC
First type:
They revel in their past glories and successes.
They practically insist on being heard and hope they will be admired.
They are loud, very loud and insensitive.
They repulse others.
Second Type:
They say only a few words-- and in neutral terms-
moving away from themselves as they don't wish
to attract any attention to themselves.
Such people are self-sufficient unlike the first type.
They are likely to be amiable and pleasant people.
Between the two, the first seem to predominate--
such is the weakness of human nature
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC