Best Augurs Poems
Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
quirk-some inklings seem a weakness,
whilst chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction,
on catalytic other form of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing?
me that nutrient rich plot that has,
this wondrous green blade potential compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust freshener,
of inner coastal home philosopher’s dwelling,
me an endless random version,
of charcoal midnight gleeful ghost,
blithely skimming chimney tops on deep quest,
yet nascent dawn usher lurks within,
augurs well for that sound ultimate coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt
Hopefully I’m kind
at heart but rare traits might just
scupper thoughtful aim
Categories:
augurs, character, deep, endurance, fate,
Form:
Haibun
Incarnation articulating such as this, augurs heart....
Postscripted beyond the signature of once thought; intermittent designs ~
Dispatched reasons amid these why's trying to so find
Their place upon the pages of times, possessions!?
Transcending this legions itinerary belief; inquisitions vertex....
Found in her beautiful eyes soluble empiricisms, soothing ointment
As a fawn pouring stigmatas divisions now pollinating my Soul
In viscerals articulating incarnations; elegant enamourant traces of
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...."Auroras Heart" ~
Categories:
augurs, faith, life, love, passion
Form:
My Lover’s heartfelt tithing setting by my bedside looms.
For his comment undermining, gave a gift of Lily blooms,
but the bouquet ever blossoms off intoxicating fumes
and the blunder of my Lover unbeknownst becomes my doom….
What augurs well, perchance foretell! The Lilies shroud my tomb?
So drifting off through slumber soft my summer sloth descends
into the blue, the muddled hue before the black begins
and dreams supreme replaced by screams as Nightmare settles in.
For if I die before I wake, eternity to spend!
I pray my Love, my Soul, to take the lilies back again.
Categories:
augurs, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
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Categories:
augurs, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
...an exercise in rhythm and imagery.
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The harbor is alive with prayers and expectations,
fishing boats jostle, make ready for outward bound,
crews on their mettle load tackle, check rigging,
as nets are dragged on board, sailors determined
to grapple with fate, angry weather, the sea.
It's early, the sun is beneath the horizon,
seagulls are chattering, merchants are rising
to lay out their merchandise ready for sale.
The shore now a dot on the cloudless horizon,
fair weather augurs a bountiful catch,
calm ocean a'glitter with sparkling reflections,
no breath of a wind, it's the engines' propulsion
that draws them to where the best fishing
is waiting, the nets are flung overboard,
first pass is a triumph, the deck overflowing
with slithering fish on their way to the ice.
Another cast and the ocean's abundance is manifest,
luck's on their side, so they set course for home,
but they meet with a change in the weather's benevolence,
carving through waves that would challenge the best.
All hands on deck as they struggle to stay afloat,
fighting with fortitude, praying for safety,
swearing out loud at their fickle misfortune
they stay at their stations and battle the danger.
Seventeen hours of constant cacophony,
orders yelled, and obeyed with a wink or a nod,
until there was sunshine, the wind in abeyance,
and sighs of relief that the boat was intact.
The sails were in shreds and the mast was in splinters,
but all the men thankful they came through alive.
The catch was recorded, the biggest in memory,
safe with their sweethearts until the next time.
Categories:
augurs, adventure,
Form:
Verse
The harbor is alive with prayers and expectations,
fishing boats jostle, make ready for outward bound,
crews on their mettle load tackle, check rigging,
as nets are dragged on board, sailors determined
to grapple with fate, angry weather, the sea.
It's early, the sun is beneath the horizon,
seagulls are chattering, merchants are rising
to lay out their merchandise ready for sale.
The shore now a dot on the cloudless horizon,
fair weather augurs a bountiful catch,
calm ocean a'glitter with sparkling reflections,
no breath of a wind, it's the engines' propulsion
that draws them to where the best fishing
is waiting, the nets are flung overboard,
first pass is a triumph, the deck overflowing
with slithering fish on their way to the ice.
Another cast and the ocean's abundance is manifest,
luck's on their side, so they set course for home,
but they meet with a change in the weather's benevolence,
carving through waves that would challenge the best.
All hands on deck as they struggle to stay afloat,
fighting with fortitude, praying for safety,
swearing out loud at their fickle misfortune
they stay at their stations and battle the danger.
Seventeen hours of constant cacophony,
orders yelled, and obeyed with a wink or a nod,
until there was sunshine, the wind in abeyance,
and sighs of relief that the boat was intact.
The sails were in shreds and the mast was in splinters,
but all the men thankful they came through alive.
The catch was recorded, the biggest in memory,
safe with their sweethearts until the next time.
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...verses with no rhyme or discernible rhythm,
written purely for dramatic effect.
Categories:
augurs, adventure,
Form:
Verse
Much is said in cultivation,
Shallow words spent with seed.
Empty vows between the sheets,
‘Of course I love you baby.’
Toxic ailments of assurance,
Commitment breeds dependency.
This sepulchre I designed,
Where walls of doubt incessantly shrink.
A tomb which dims with every glance,
Yet limpidly I sit and think.
Prognostication is a ditch,
Living with Cassandra’s Curse,
To view before events unfurl,
These augurs indisputable.
Predictions based on things I’ve done,
Games I’ve often played and won.
O dilemma, consort of quandary,
Why does ambivalence prevail?
A heart divided cannot love,
Ergo romance is doomed to fail.
‘Tis strange to thirst and then to drown,
Dropped within the sultry water.
Petrified I couldn’t swim,
But in the depths I belong.
A Shark of Love once was I,
Domestic nets now thwart my flow.
That I may roam this ocean free,
And hunt the seas I used to know.
Categories:
augurs, girlfriend-boyfriendlove, i love you,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The harbor is alive with prayers and expectations,
fishing boats jostle, make ready for outward bound,
crews on their mettle load tackle, check rigging,
as nets are dragged on board, sailors determined
to grapple with fate, angry weather, the sea.
It's early, the sun is beneath the horizon,
seagulls are chattering, merchants are rising
to lay out their merchandise ready for sale.
The shore now a dot on the cloudless horizon,
fair weather augurs a bountiful catch,
calm ocean a'glitter with sparkling reflections,
no breath of a wind, it's the engines' propulsion
that draws them to where the best fishing
is waiting, the nets are flung overboard,
first pass is a triumph, the deck overflowing
with slithering fish on their way to the ice.
Another cast and the ocean's abundance is manifest,
luck's on their side, so they set course for home,
but they meet with a change in the weather's benevolence,
carving through waves that would challenge the best.
All hands on deck as they struggle to stay afloat,
fighting with fortitude, praying for safety,
swearing out loud at their fickle misfortune
they stay at their stations and battle the danger.
Seventeen hours of constant cacophony,
orders yelled, and obeyed with a wink or a nod,
until there was sunshine, the wind in abeyance,
and sighs of relief that the boat was intact.
The sails were in shreds and the mast was in splinters,
but all the men thankful they came through alive.
The catch was recorded, the biggest in memory,
safe with their sweethearts until the next time.
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Author Notes
...an exercise in imagery with no conventional rhythm or rhyme.
Categories:
augurs, writing,
Form:
Verse
At peace midnight he blew his whistle
Down the street he walks alone
Followed behind by his own shadow
He makes the dark aware not to be lone.
There he steered by the chromatic moonlight
And fight against those felony psychs
He palisades by his valiance so intent
Yet he never abscises his pride.
Once he acquaints with the shadow of his own
And once he portrays the shush of the street
Once he co-occur with the beggars penury
And once he scouts the homing boozier.
He meets with the world unspoken by us
And augurs the dormant cursed by the veil
He is blessed by the mighty of his nous
And devour the dark by the power of his soul.
Beguiles his journey by the yowl of the owl
Enriched by the wrawl of the embryos
Befriendly he enured the life so perverse
Fruitfully he lives with the liberty of his own.
Followed behind his own shadow
He deserves the world to see all alone
Yet he never abscises his pride
Down the street he blew his whistle lone.
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Categories:
augurs, life, on work and
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
augurs, april, beautiful, celebration, child,
Form:
Alliteration
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
Categories:
augurs, 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
augurs, future,
Form:
Crystalline
The silky blue sky augurs a clear day
Agile birds playfully gliding in the air
Willowy weeds spread across the way
Cool breeze circling as it blew my hair
Picturesque nature at its calmest
In my numbness, I felt its whisper
Meaning to tease, please and impress
Seeing yet feeling nothing, I wandered
A walk away from the usual place
To fill that emptiness in my chest
Something at the end of the maze
A doorway to venture on a quest
At the threshold I mulled which way to go
To the right where the sun glows
Or to the left where the wind blows
Wondering what both stand to show
Westward through an endless narrow space
Walled by tall plants dense with leaves
Looking up, the sun intense in its glare
Anxious yet gritty to conquer the weaves
This endless journey has frayed my nerves
Was I was wrong in the choices I’d made
Taking the East might be what I deserve
Halfway through I heard a sweet serenade
An engaging tune, lingering and inviting
Offering calmness amid the chaos I was in
Leading my way to where I should be going
Giving the chance to see what lies therein
Glancing back, a choice is still there
The freedom to choose what I prefer
Go back or take a chance to nowhere
Something awaits me there somewhere
With no sun I stumbled in the dark
Emerging ahead is a flicker of light
A ray of hope, a chance to embark
Towards a new life, a beckoning sight
Beyond the tangle’s end, a clearer view
Doubted the choice but took a chance
What I saw is unique, special and new
A time for change, a fresh beat to dance!
Categories:
augurs, change,
Form:
Rhyme
These are the words that write themselves,
phrases struck in steel
and driven into me,
borne of tablature and burning,
speaking only of their silence
as Atlantis, lost in dark constancy,
might re-appear out of the sea
knowing, still unknown,
yet known to be unseen.
There is a cloud upon my brow,
a doubt embracing certainty,
a synthesis of thought and draught
quite rich enough to taste. It augurs death;
it augurs why; it smiles and spins away.
I smile as well.
This unknown knowing
leaves a trace to follow...the ellipsis
saying this is not the end. It augurs breath
a little while, the mind upon
an open path, the pristine gift
suspended somewhere
just beyond our eyes.
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Categories:
augurs, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Black Roses bouquet
Augurs the broken tie bonds
Preambling a rupture
Connoting unspoken words
And spureous promises
1-23-2016
Categories:
augurs, flower,
Form:
Tanka