Soonest our fingers, back and forth
A lyre's sublimities
As frailly fair, in passing o'er
Augur, thrush-sung, thee
Threaded is each stem, in and out
Earth's quivering airwaves
Of freesia and jonquil visions.
Maid's, symbolically.
a tender voice recites, muse’s lyrics flow
non-believers have poisoned Earth Mother's waterways
She unleashes winds blown hotter and dryer
perennial white blossoms swoon midst zephyrs
dangle from sterling chaste trees
twisted maple bark echo braids sacred hair unscathed
gold filters branches
thousand-year rooted Algonquin memories
elders and granddaughters amble amongst crackling twigs
streams pristine align to augur a promising path
within a bison pelt tepee awaits the knowledge keepers embrace
fire and smoke dense and opaque
evoking a bittersweet melancholy
broadleaves tremble breathe and sway
hymn chants of traditional wisdom expel
severed is the braid as is the child from the woman
her nascent efflorescence
transition is significant as we are wedded
and bound to nature’s perennial sentient
let the path before us grow wider and brighter for future generations
Glad to be here next to morning
where the sun shines like a sign
Augur moments made for singing
old refrains of songs of time
Belting out she aims to rhyme
It's an honor to be part of
earth's remembrances and joy
Harbingers of love thereof
she His messenger His envoy
Singing out like Helen of Troy
Beneath a sky of ancient blue
one daughter filled with awe
Revering flowers filled with dew
and blessed crows that caw
Voicing out with gusto, chaw
Harken! blasts of thunder
pressurised magma sears
Pyroclastic hearts collapse
a spanner jams the gears
Distended fiery fissures
augur unquantified fears
Cataclysms bring rupture
down path’s not very clear
Aneurysms bursting veins
popped drums burning ears
Brain function touch and go
haemorrhage out red tears
Earth ripping itself asunder
black raw ground appears
Man plugs his inner wounds
holding on to love so dear
By
David Kavanagh
Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum".
"Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
"Wandering wispy whooshes" by wisps of weird warbles.
"An augur awash" in dew shrivels grapevine burst.
"Chapter claim crafted" up by chimera once called an alibi.
"Baud beat" of boxy beauty, barren trees with fuzzy bark acoustic.
"Unsustainable vastitude whips" to leave an open sky.
"Myrsine moon marble", magical gem idol aroma.
"Ritzy rag ravisher" mesh shining in a flame with an azure
saw.
"Sumptuous Sirius in somber" spell mixed glory to find my
pattern.
Written: September 14, 2022
May the sea have the strength
of your courage in leaving...
May the sun shine
of your happy soul when you lighten up...
That the vigor of the dawn
keep the taste of your mouth...
That the beauty of your mystery
delight the world for life...
That the charm of spring
be in your body preserved...
that the encouraging words
follow you on the paths...
May your own luck
lucky to find you...
May you be the happiest creature
that exists in this world,
even if you're not
more with me... I augur
all this because still
I want you and I wait for you,
even in another life,
another time,
another world... !
They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch
For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed
For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping
For that's nature's will
All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are
And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity
~ semblance
Augur Auger
David J Walker
It was all in the spelling
Actually
An e here or a u there
And the foreshadowing’s
Changed in strange
Rearrangements
After all, as a young augur
What was I to the grain
Augered into the silo
And yet if a Crow cawed
From a barbed wire fence
My uncle would turn the pickup
Around
And head for town
Discussing the meaning in
A mid-morning
coffee shop séance
Where everyone partook of the
Smoke and the black liquid
Was it rain or death foretold
in the beak of the blackbird
Everyone had their own opinion
One farmer left saying
He was a Christian
And would have no part in
The dark discussion
He would see them in
Church on Sunday
And just as augured
Everyone went back
To his own filed
Gaging a yield in the
Formation of clouds
I know languages count by silent lexicons
I know oceans measure by waving hands
I know serpents poison by miseries
I know clouds mould by whispers
I know rivers clutter by sediments
I know oaks augur by heights
I know blood oils by fossils
I know epics endure by echoes
I know ashes wither by winds
I know castles coil by curls
I know hells hasten hubris
I know I know, my ignorance by ignorance
The fabric of temperate night unravels,
Embellishing August her red gown
Through heaven’s lease… this daughter of flame
Spreads buds, their complexion pure as dew.
And mornings welcome sunlight , gold as her locks,
While this maiden romps along untrimmed fields
That She , in possession of eternal wantonness grant
An explosion of wildflowers crowing her limbs:
By the meadow’s shade, heated breeze changes into fog
To augur Fall’s tender arrival—
Making a warm queenly exit, she leaves with a dulcet kiss.
………………..
8/16/2019
A Summer Day Redo: Michelle Faulkner’s Contest
Angel ascended from the ground,
To anger the humans of the world,
Flying around leaving aggers of dreadful sounds,
Using his auger to dig out dreamworlds,
Ancient augurs of Rome predicted his arrival,
But he only grew huger and so ended everyone's survival.
Angel - anger - agger - auger - augur - huger
The summer sun is slowly setting West
Augur the season of love now rising
Stags search for Doe suddenly enticing
Nature's wonderous smell put to the test
Cheeky Cookoos look for an empty nest
Butterflies flutter on warm winds smiling
Peacocks proudly prancing their radical styling
All gods creatures attract a mate that’s best
Moonlight spells cast attraction for my mate
Super Blue Blood moon ready to acquire
Entreat my lunar Love this sacred date
Unburdened now from raptures hefty weight
Love is all around fullfiling desire
Rest easy heart your search for love is sate
The summer sun is slowly setting West
Augur the season of love now rising
Stags search for Doe suddenly enticing
Nature's wonderous smell put to the test
Cheeky Cookoos look for an empty nest
Butterflies flutter on warm winds smiling
Peacocks proudly prancing their radical styling
All gods creatures attract a mate that’s best
Moonlight spells cast attraction for my mate
Super Blue Blood moon ready to acquire
Entreat my lunar Love this sacred date
Unburdened now from raptures hefty weight
Love is all around fullfiling desire
Rest easy heart your search for love is sate
Ol’ man winter’s frosty breath blows cold flakes in to deep mounds. His crystal blades suspended like daggers from eave edges waiting for the right time to strike. His white blankets never cease to fall, layer upon unrelenting layer.
slick asphalt hiding black ice
truck spins in circles.
Bag after bag of halite fighting the freezing onslaught of slippery steps. Lowe’s is making money. Engine growls in to action as augur fights losing battle in the driveway. First sweat pants then snow pants. Under socks then insulated. Shirt followed by sweatshirt followed by heavy coat. Gloves and ski mask complete the ensemble.
I am considered an essential employee. Must get to work no matter the conditions.
four months to retirement
shorts, t-shirt, bare feet
Florida beckons
Walking on my own
The future unknown
Where do I go now?
I wish it was shown...
Thinking figurine
My future unseen
Which door will open?
Stranded in between...
Unsettled ambler
The future a blur
When will dreams come true?
No one can augur...
Confused and crazy
The future hazy
What will happen next?
Life can be mazy...
Corridors all blear
The future unclear
Who will walk with me?
I wish you were here...
Pathways untrodden
The future hidden
How long must I wait?
I'm still uncertain...
11/20/17
Contest: Empty Your Soul With Words
Sponsor: Broken Wings
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