Anticipated Poems

Nebraska Winter Is Anticipated

Nebraska has turned herself gray early this year
A desolate cornfield stands torn and disheveled
A cold front comes in from the north
She whips a few strands from the stalks
An anticipatory shiver goes through the field
An empty feeling of winter saturates the ground
Deer have decimated the last few corn kernels
Nebraska winters rival those in Michigan

An Anxiously Anticipated Event

Dear John,

All day
yesterday
I loaded up with a cascading river
of mixed anxiety and anticipation
about what to safely and kindly,
transparently and vulnerably
compassionately, so non-violently, share,
what to communicate;

Which narrative tributaries to choose
within this vast spacetime stream
of choices
directions
felt depressions and erections.

Do you remember
communication theory
framed as Rhetorical Events?

Our initial walk and talk,
eating together,
rather than my refrigerator foraging
brunchtime usual rawfood practice,
is

Anticipated Consequences

THEY SPEAK HIM AS UNLIKELY
THEY WISH HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS
 WERE SOILED, AND HIM BRUISED
SO THAT THEY COULD CLAIM
 HIS WORKS AS THEIR OWN
REALMS OF FRIENDS
SPEAK THEM AS YOUR ENEMY
THAT THEY MIGHT FRIGHT
AND FEAR THE POSSIBILITIES
THEN THEY SHALL CRAWL AND BEG
THE BREADS OF THEIR LABOR
SHALL BE LOAVES
UPON MY TABLE
THAT I MIGHT OFFER THEM 
WHAT THEY HAVE CHORED

Anticipated Blessings From Ps Convention

Verily honoured am I to be invited
To this First Annual Poetry Soup Convention
Where international writers, poetry-gifted
Come together to share blessings of their passion.

With the global confab scheduled smoothly on-line
I anticipate great sessions of poem readings
Where gracious participation I can’t decline
As my heart would be nourished well with “bard-feedings.”

Grateful am I to join this poetry conference
To

The Much Anticipated Beach Day

Vanished is the sun that had peeked so exuberantly
around the clouds! Our new beach chair that broke sits taunting me.
The castle that our children built (and then declared it grand)
lies unrecognizable, a washout on wet sand.
One tire of our dune buggy is deflated, and I hold
inside my hand a too-warm Coke that once was icy

Anticipated Dawn

M-orn
A-fter
E-vening

A-llows
N-ature's
N-ice
E-ffulgence

T-o
R-adiate
I-ts
N-ewness
I-n
D-ay's
A-nticipated
D-awn

Topic: Birthday of Mae Anne Trinidad (August 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Anticipated Light

M-orning
I-s
H-aving
A-nticipated
E-v eryday
L-ight
A-new

Topic: Poetess (Mihaela Pirjol) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Anticipated Awakening

ANTICIPATED AWAKENING

Christ came calmly, casually calling me 
And as I answered in adoration
He spoke of His heavenly home
Awaiting my anticipated awakening and ascension

Anticipated and Antiquated

Anticipated and Antiquated

Several times God has substantiated,
What by us always must be anticipated;
Message newfound;
Appreciate sound;
Even our arrogance ends up antiquated.

Jim Horn

Lost In Wild Imaginations Or Vain Schemes of Some Anticipated Good

Some quiet time
no talking
no hurrying
no running
no appointments made for next milions of weeks
just sitting 
taking pleasure in sitting
peace and quiet
maybe with ice tea or nice cup of hot coffee 
looking at the sea 
and some love...
These are the deepest ones.

Anticipated As One

rising,
through velvet night,
reaching to brush
as one finger,
slides anticipation
to stop


evermore


I do not search 
the stars,
in a light force
reflected
and bounced 
from the guf,
the ether
illuminates
in all


as the threads of life 
gather, 
to drape in rings,
twining to gasp
in the Ecstasy
of we 
is one


and air ripples,
a wind caressed face
smile’s to eddy,
Esperanza grows
wings,
a single feather
falls to ground ..
and the universe
watches

Anticipated Riches

My hands are empty
My pockets bare
Yet my heart is overflowing

It’s filled with love
To always share
It remains forever growing

No clothes of silk
Nor gold adorned
Is needed for my purse

Follow prophesies
Just as warned
To satisfy my thirst

As word be spread
Upon the land
Of the truth, the saving light

With head held high
And outward hands
I await the true birthright

Anticipated Riches

My hands are empty
My pockets bare
Yet my heart is overflowing

It’s filled with love
To always share
It remains forever growing

No clothes of silk
Nor gold adorned
Is needed for my purse

Follow prophesies
Just as warned
To satisfy my thirst

As word be spread
Upon the land
Of the truth, the saving light

With head held high
And outward hands
I await the true birthright

Anticipated Anguish

Once every nine weeks, I dread going there.
I know it's expected.  I'm very well aware.

The children will act as nice as can be.
But all eyes will be directed and pointed at me.

The room will be small, with nowhere to hide.
The parking lot full, with no one outside.

The halls will seem longer than ever before.
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