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Soothsayer

sight... 
a prophet's mark unsheathed
radiant, quell the shadow's scream
her lips were never meant for me
in auguries 
... blood uncharted

The Unsupervised Stop Sign

The Unsupervised Stop Sign 10-26-23
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The Unsupervised Stop Sign

STOP!
Red lights flash crimson warnings
As arias of bloodred omens swirl about
My heedless headstrong rush past clanging signs
Into a deserted briar filled footpath in desertion.

SLOW DOWN!
Before unattended bowers of simpering weeds
Teach my mindless feet of snares and waiting snakes
While grieving angelic hosts
Sing pathetiques of harbingers.

DANGER!
Scoffing ignorance of neon auguries,
Captured in the throes of blindness,
My scorn winks in guarantees like surety bonds
That no other pathway breaths with rightness.

LOOK!  CAUTION!
Heralds of merciful premonitions skirr,
Lay in tatters of disdain - pride traded for prudence 
I swat at qualms and question like skeletons of leaves
Only to be swallowed into an abyss of remorse and contrition.

Letters To Dead Poets; Chapter 1: To William Blake

In that endless night
we heed; cold and bitterness
unto the morning light
Sightless vision binds our eyes
madness disembarks into our lives
A cold dark prison earned
is the bittersweet sentence served
A life stolen and a life lived in hush
tis golden silence upon that burning bush

Trembling utterances on the grave
it's the human heart that we poets save
In this final night and in that coming day
let all that you dream become what may
for once the fires lit, the dream is here to stay.

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In response to:

"Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night"

From Auguries of Innocence, by William Blake

Auguries

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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

The Auguries of Mary Magdalene

The Auguries of  Mary Magdalene 
David J Walker

I saw Mary Magdalene 
Sitting on the stone bench 
Near your grave
Was she here for you
Was she there to proclaim 
Your absence 
never looking my way or
saying a single word in
A dream about a victory 
that could save my soul and
Release yours from sad visions

I remember the last time I saw you
Dressed for a journey already departed 
Dressed as if form a black & white
Photograph of you taking a train  
Or climbing the steps to passenger prop plane in the 50s’
Or was it a Greyhound bus in the 40s’ with a 
three-day pass from camp to see your mother

And now after three days 
Mary Magdalene, if you please
Recite the auguries of 
Sunday morning at dawn

Rising Sun and Waning Moon

'Twas the time of Summer solstice, they wed
Verdant leaves clung to trees; the month was June
Whispered troths of love, sacred vows were said
'fore fauna, rising sun and waning moon

Prince Largent was soon to be crowned as king
but Mekram, the wise, held grief in his eyes
He smiled with joy when Asha wore the ring
Though death neared, he feigned a joyous disguise

Bodies joined, celestial and human
Festive auguries 'pon the forest floor
Skies aflame, trees canopied with lumen
Their world glows today, and forevermore

'Twas said to be just an immortal tale
but in June, astral light gleams in the vale

Winter Journey End

WINTER JOURNEY’S END

Their calculations must have been at fault
Their instruments in need to calibrate
That wandering star’s location in the vault
Had seemed a compass true, inviolate

The auguries had all concurred to say
Event of moment in the cosmic scheme
To change the world forever come what may
Would come to pass; they’d seen it all in dream

Yet here they found themselves upon that night 
Within a byre with beasts and men unblest
To witness scene both rude and recondite
The focus and the end point of their quest:

Young mother - fate to suffer, heart to bleed
Child God incarnate, laid in cattle feed

Auguries

“Robin Redbreast in a cage,”
So sweet this line from a bygone age!
 But now ‘tis not the heavens that rage;
‘tis Raging Ram who now holds stage.
 Raging Ram, who’s that? you ask.
 The truth to tell should be my task.
 The truth, the truth? Where art thou, Blake?
 Where once was truth, all else is fake.
 Before I tell of “Raging Ram,”
here’s a word on Uncle Sam
 It’s safe to praise him, now he’s dead,
 And Raging Ram stands in his stead.
 As ”Raging Ram is doing just fine,
 to make laudations I’ll decline.
 Of naming names I am most leery,
 I, of politics grown weary!
 Diplomats may bray and bleat.
 What do I hear, if not a tweet?
 But Robin Redbreast long past hath flown.
 Birds know things to us unknown.
‘Twere best I also take to flight?
 No stomach have I for a l fight.
 With wingèd messengers all fled,
‘Twere best we poets go to bed?

Sunny

The rainy day turned sunny;
We spent it with some friends.
It's sometimes strange and funny
What the forecaster portends.

For we expected weather
Filled with cloudiness and wet
And though we'd be together,
We thought rain was what we'd get.

Instead the sky did brighten
As we moseyed through the day,
Where the sunshine helped to frighten
All those auguries away.

Infinity In My Hand

Are they mere grains of sand spewed by
the waves of the seas or are they
stars of the heavens washed ashore?


(Written in reference to William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence" -
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour")

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~Abdul Malik / 1/1/15

Triumph After Defeat

Embark on a journey to the world within,
Where you are the garden, the desert, and the ocean's kin.
Light the torch, brave the Stygian Himalayas' daunting span,
To find the lucent home where the day's light began.

Drink deeply from the wine pot, let the feisty spirit rise,
From the stalwart city's fermented berries, under open skies.
The clouds of fallacy, they're set to burn and turn to dust,
As lies melt away, in evanescence we trust.

Stand firm with your spear, unwavering, staunch, and true,
As cyclones of lust and deceit bring auguries anew.
Monetary monsters howl, encircling with greed's loud call,
A fierce fight looms, a cataclysm, potent and tall.

The array we face may seem a chasm, deep and wide,
Yet in this battle, we triumph only if our old selves have died.
In the land of the sun, where corpses lay, victory is found,
Resurrected by mercy's rain, in new life we are unbound.


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Oh Patience My Love

Oh! Patience, My Love.


Have hit both my eyes an unknown storm --
the undoer of my marry Spring,
is beneath my brow a gushing form,
does a drench'd cheek to a yearner bring.
My auguries, that once blessed with love,
have gales become, for a trial of
the touchstone of my faithful shape,
loyal shadows that the future rake;
does my pain emit a cunning drape,
that when praise of love, the evils shake;
still, endure this, to a phase submit,
but, wit, my wit --is my patience fit,
are my gardens, for these storms to reave,  
the fruits to come of better degree;
Or will steadfast be love, if believe,
in shade of the fruitless, standing tree.
Maybe, the grandeur of love is not grand
unless we bear our share of pains at hand.


R.N.Khan, © 2012

Colossal Bliss

When spring dies shall the valley shines,
And by the light of night quivering heart away,
Yet through beauty morning confines,
Till that ripe in please, so a master archway
Where the dreamers like twin births’ filling with kisses, and lies;
Thou as Earth art fair and young and open to please,
To sing within another hour and close from the auguries
And teach everyone else just as a command of love, cease
No more from the last tear from November. I met afternoon
Where all creatures are in such display and all these plays
Too late then with thou shower thy from I am the lonely gossoon
Behind the rocks dreaming or laughing, so cold from their foreplays;
Shall I late to see through for what I become and I wish?
To hide from the moral shine what I could not abolish?

Cerrig-Brudyn/The Astronomers Circle

A distant dampness wrings the air.
A weight most profound presses chest
as indrawn breath holds silent;
in the stonehedge of overwhelming gloom.
So, the mighty have fallen 
auguries of a mortal doom.

Without missive,
bluestone bones, stanchions silhouette 
onto a plane of pastel sky.
Gargantuan, they rise, a tomb.
So, the mighty have fallen
auguries of a mortal doom.

Brittle brown blood expunged
by millennium three,
the still, symbolic, oak forest rises.
Frozen sarsens, five, forming an open grove.
Megaliths beaconing a golden eastern dawn 

So, the multitude will rise within the circle
without earthly substance, soul; 
through green grasslands loam 
ashen augury of a different tome.

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