The Hope Of Hope

A Story Of Life In Rhyme

Hope got lost when he was very young
Faith was waiting but he just wouldn’t come.
Will came instead and with Faith made a team
They don’t say very much but what they do say they mean!

Belief joined the club so off the three did go
Searching for Hope but the search was very slow.
Trust sat and watched from his view on the wall.
Choice was sitting next to him but Choice was very small

Trust never saw Choice so he never took a chance.
As the Three passed below him without a second glance.
Next came a cemetery with a billion holes in the ground
From where the screams of Hope echoed all around.

The three stood perplexed as they looked up to the sky
Waiting for the wrath of God to strike them down to die.
A single bolt of lightning struck the ground at their feet
As a voice declared — Hope doesn’t die! It’s in everyone you meet!

Story Number Two

Now Hope had joined the others and forward they did stride
But their mission seemed impossible as access was denied.
Minds had been infected by the forces of evil and dark.
The Devil had come a calling and had left his haunting mark!

Despair and Depression were his main weapons of control.
When they struck they pushed their victims deep down a slippery hole.
That hole was stacked with bodies waiting for their death,
Whilst walking through their life breathing suffering as their breath!

Hope aspired for more and offered dreams as a cure
The Devil cried out in a mocking voice – “Are you really sure?
Dreams are illusionary they can lead one to believe
That the nightmare of life can somehow be relieved.”

“No!” he had not finished, adding in contempt
“There is no forgiveness it’s only something that is dreamt!”
Hope and Will had the centre, Belief and Faith on the flanks
And there they stood bravely against the demonic ranks.

Despair drove into battle his weapons armed and primed
Hope was behind the barricades; weakened and begrimed.
Will hid in the shadows not daring to show his face,
As Depression hovered above looking down on the place.

Depression led the next wave and Belief took a heavy blow.
The end was not fast coming, death would be slow.
Faith fought on until he thought he could do no more
Then just as Despair aimed his gun Hope gave a mighty roar.

“I’ve seen the will in others die before its time.
They then hide in shadows as if they’ve committed a crime.
I have no desire to hide, nor wish to conceal my face,
I am the sun that warms all heartstrings. I cast light on every shadowy place.”

Depression laughed loudly which in itself caused Depression’s demise!
Despair search his soul wondering why he’d told so many lies.
“I am defeated. I cannot kill you Hope when you are so strong.
I have lived a life of disenchantment. I now know I have been wrong.”

Hope dug a grave and filled it with Despair.
He then sucked the blood from Depression and stripped his bones bare.
From the bones, he made Despair’s headstone and on it he engraved:
Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

Story Number Three

Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive
He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive.
Despair was an ally but he hadn’t been seen for a while.
When Pain thought of Despair he fashioned a wide sinister smile.

Grief arrived in splendour dressed as a mannequin queen.
With name-tags of those she had visited and places of where she had been.
Their tears hung like earrings, their sorrow hung around her throat.
Her smile was not as Pain’s, hers was a one of smugness, a wide sickening gloat!

Misery called from behind the closed door – “I haven’t fetched my key.
Please let me in. You know you will have need of me.”
Pain’s smile did widen and as Grief took hold of his hand
The stain of mental anguish began to spread over the desolated land.

The Three affected millions sending them tumbling to their knees
The infectious strain blew strongly as a gale amongst the leaves.
Pain was in his element as his anguish he bestowed
Adding his torment to the rivers and watching as it flowed.

Grief clung to Misery and wandering they did go
Scything down the people who simply moved away too slow.
The torture of the innocent was the cry of the Three,
As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!

Story Number Four

Suddenly Belief recovered and dragged Faith to his feet.
“Come” he shouted, “we must go find Hope and Will. But we must be discreet!
“But aren’t they both dead?” Faith uttered in surprise
“No,” came the reply. “Hope is eternal. Hope never dies!”
The four were reunited and slowly spread the word
Hearts were rekindled as inside passion was stirred.
Despair was cast aside and Depression faded away.
But the Devil is still out there and will be there every day.

Belief and Faith are now together. The two one cannot divide.
And Hope can conquer the Devil with Will at his side.
Love is their strongest ally, it can stand at your side too,
But only if you remember never allow the Devil to undervalue you!


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The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.

“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.

The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.

I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”

The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.


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If in the arms of love do poems lie,
Then the hearts of lovers will never die.

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Libraries are the soul of a nation and books are the hearts that beat within.

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The Thief

He knew no road of righteousness,
Nor any path to noble salvation.
On his way, he was aware of only loyalty
Walking a street labelled desolation.

Any goodness was tinged by duty
Allowing the only trust in lies for belief.
Friendship was a conspired existence
As through life, he strolled as a thief.

Money or wealth was never his target.
He followed what other’s desired.
Obligations were heavy and demanding,
But he achieved all that was required.

When the thief was no longer effective
And the young took over his role
He found no strength inside his conscience,
Nor vigour inside his soul.

Silent and lonely the thief passed over.
His body to a grave deserted and bare.
Four strangers lowered his casket
To the arms of the dead who waited down there.

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The University Of California Has Created A Device That Translates Human Thoughts Into Text, With A 90 Percent Accuracy Rate

This could be beneficial and also alarming!

Reality Decoded

Researchers at the University of California, Berkeley, have developed a machine and computer program that converts brain activity into text.

Thoughts activate specific neurons in the brain and each word is a slightly different set of combined neurons.

Now scientists have an algorithm that can pick up that activity and translate it outside of the human body. It can even process words it has not seen before.

They can literally tap into your inner voice, that voice in your head that only you can hear.

Other entities are also jumping on board in a race to have the first and fastest mind reading tech on the market. With so many companies, governments, and schools competing to be first in this new arena, the chances of a deployable model within just a few years is now a reality.

How this can be applied is mind-blowing or scary:

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Free Kindle of The Desolate Garden

If you missed out on the free autographed paperback copy of The Desolate Garden offered by Goodreads then take the free Kindle from Amazon instead.

‘You Will Never Guess The Ending’
#Suspense #Murder #Mystery

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A Top 100 Indie Book You Should Read Before You Die
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A Gentle Stroll

Many a woodland path have I strolled
Through balmy winds and those that blow cold,
But now as life digs in and takes its toll
Old legs forbid such a demanding stroll.

Orchards in blossom sway in my mind
Perhaps they too I have left behind,
But even if life is beyond my control
I will still find a place where I can stroll.

Over bracken moorland, over stony ground
Paths I’ve wandered, paths I’ve found.
Leaves I’ve trodden and streams I’ve crossed,
Both when fair and sometimes in hoarfrost.

When the winter rain does come driving hard and fast
It will not determine this winter as my last.
But for now whilst the sun shines from morn till eve,
I shall bathe in its sunlight dreaming of paths I shall not leave.



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Don’t Judge

Old Things R New

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Photo credit WFTV 9 in Orlando, Fl

We are spending the winter in Florida. Before we left North Carolina we had some wet and chilly days so I was able to observe the type of outerwear being worn this year. This, along with some weight loss prompted me to purchase a lightweight but warm, quilted jacket at the an after Christmas sale. ( Everyone was wearing them) When I packed for Florida, I brought 4 outerwear items. 4… What was I thinking? When we lived in Florida full-time I never had 4. I would drool over sweaters in the stores but I already had one I liked so why spend the money?

This week brought some chilly temps as well as wind and gave me a chance to observe the Florida folks outerwear. I saw lots of sweatshirts and even dress length coats. Now non…

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