Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /33

Until The Meek Shall Reign

A poem by Michael Hawkes

September 10, 2021

It’s really fine to be elite,
A notch above the folks you meet,
To look upon them from a height
Which demonstrates that fate is right
And destiny discreet.

It feels so good to be on top,
To watch the lesser beings hop,
To know the tunes and own the songs,
To ring the bells and bang the gongs,
To set the beat for all the bop.

Having others hold you high
While they all struggle to get by
Assures you that indeed you’re blessed
Somehow worthier than the rest
Without explaining why…

Your noble head accepts their pain,
Your bleeding heart knows only gain…
Your airs and graces go to show
Concoctions you won’t see or know
Unless the meek shall reign.

But go ahead with feeling grand
And watch your earthly realms expand
Yet know the same fates wait for you
That greet the many as the few
[as wise men always knew] With shallow empty hands.

18/5/21 –  Hawkes

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First poetry reading of the season on September 18

The Centre des arts de Stanstead is pleased to announce its second season of poetry readings starting with a bilingual presentation September 18 at 4 pm on Zoom. Paul Bélanger will read from his work, in French, alternating with Erin Moure, who will read from her work in English. An hour-long event with host Shelley Pomerance.

To join the event click on the Zoom link.