Rainfall pulls the blinds,
on bouncy folk’s wild picnic,
vile thunder as wet blanket,
yet blindside sunburst’s,
so prompt relief augurs well,
for merry beanfest revived
Ominous dark cloud,
imagined plague, close peril,
might scupper gallant junket,
but fleeting storm front,
heartens madcap daring poised,
to trailblaze gold rush frontiers
The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
Petrichor scent from a far off land
Pied cuckoo augurs the monsoon
Placed : 5th
A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Crystalline poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: HS
Date: 05-03-2023
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
L—ife starts with universal creation
I—n due course, producing humanity
F—ighting our way, through civilizations
E—ach step we take, augurs calamity
S—till here we are, without reason, and why!
M—any believe religion, gives balance
Y—et my search continues, pie in the sky
S—eeking answers up here, quite a challenge
T—odays biggest mystery, deals with death
E—ternity’s, so difficult to grasp
R—ight now this second, is all that we get
I—ncredibly already, it’s gone past
E—asy way to figure out life, just don’t
S—imply outrageous to think that, I won’t!
Lifes mysteries Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
08/12/2020 syllable checked 10x14
April
awesome arrival
await always avidly
as augurs amour
Betrothed
besotted belle beau
both blossom beautifully
beget baby boy
Cherish
crickets chirp constant
cockerel clarion call
can calm crying child
Written 27/07/2020
2nd placement
Let the pens flow -Alliteration poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
In the chapel wherein he laid
His final moments here on earth,
Mirrored image of one’s boyhood
Stands he to claim his scabbard blade,
The chance to prove his manhood.
His mother chides him of his birth
Begs her the need to prove his worth,
His load is heavy the mist swirls
With sword in hand a stab he hurls,
Choice of opponent augurs well
For his father’s champion fell.
Mortal flame in constant bedeck
Life’s been a tombstone round his neck,
Needs the journey for which to trek.
His thirst for blood flows from many
Greed for gold and silver penny,
His ships glide portly on the tide
Needs to be by his mother’s side.
A man he thinks he has become
Yet all the folk at home had fled,
No one listens to his humdrum
When he returns to find her dead!
© Harry J Horsman 2020
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
Joys increase where hearts lie open
To the sun and reign,
Where Jack and Jill are King and Queen,
Diamonds or no.
Pharaoh and Caesar
Must bow down
To the spade and to the plough.
Augurs of harvest utter
Words of life and words of death.
Black the gallows, red the wine.
Nimble or club-footed we glide, or shuffle,
To the dance.
Does Death sleeve every ace?
Not every race is to the strong.
Under the cold moon and stars
They sleep
Awaiting the coming sun,
Dreamers wrapped in many-coloured strands
Great pains did dye and card.
Roman priests practiced divination
as a means of prophesying the future
they'd plunge a dagger into a temple dove
and eviscerate the living bird.
Then they'd examine the entrails,
especially their livers, for omens,
believing that the Gods would reveal what was
going to occur in the immediate future through such signs.
These readings would both bewilder and fascinate the curious
onlookers, when the augurs would raise their scarlet hands
and announce their awaited predictions.
The remaining doves would get released in a whirling mass
forming a vortex of flapping wings and feathers,
their direction of flight
also an indicator of divine communication.
Nobles would often bribe augurs for favorable predictions
to inspire their soldiers before battle.
These divinations were taken very seriously in ancient times.
It's said that Julius Caesar's death was prophesied by augurs,
and Caesar's adversary, Senator Cato, committed suicide
after he received an unfavorable reading.
(Free Verse)
6/16/2018
People are afraid of what
they can’t understand
themselves most often assured
In the depths of their wandering
a voice cries out
a voice too close to ignore
People will bolt from that thing
that pursues
that thing that augurs to chase
With blinders on tight
and running in vain
—to flee what they’ll never escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Not every eyes closed is asleep,
Not every vast sea is as deep
Believe not everything your eyes see
The realness of most things is not as it seems
Not every beautiful thing is good
Not everything cooked is food
Attractive things may be a cloaked peril
And a delicious meal may be a poison to kill
Not every gathered cloud augurs a rainfall
And not every dark heaven augurs nightfall
Do not act holding unto what you see
A grass-carpeted land may actually be a deep
Not every lie can kill,
Not every truth can heal
What you hear may be to save you
Lest you fall into a hot soup
A man could be a vampire
A fiery mere could be a campfire
Believe not all your eyes see
The realness of most things is not as it seem
Black Roses bouquet
Augurs the broken tie bonds
Preambling a rupture
Connoting unspoken words
And spureous promises
1-23-2016
White blanket coats the valley
Dusk augurs hibernation
Icicles hang in home roofs
Chilled air forecasts frost
11-5-2015
Sing of smart finds, sing of clear poise;
Indulge that feel, indulge that thought;
Niche steady mind, niche clever choice;
Grace ever heals, grace designs lot;
Apply bold wit, apply firm face;
Peace of mind brings, peace of heart glows;
Opt for kind fit, opt for firm trace;
Risk a sure fling, risk a grand show;
Expose your fate, expose your time.
Feed a good score, feed a grand mood;
Invoke fine date, invoke bold rhyme;
Feed laughter more, feed senses good;
Taut posture tells, taut language bares;
Yes augurs well, yes describes fare.
Leon Enriquez
10 December 2014
Singapore
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