Best Clairvoyants Poems

Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep

Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber

Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind

Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app

When...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and gigolos
tyrants and schizophrenics
junkies and Jesus freaks;
you seem to attract
an unending assembly line
of tarnished beggars
you’ve at one time
longingly called 
“lover.” 

Tainted...

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We met and soon became good friends.
and I invited her home for tea;
where she stood in my living room with her eyes closed,
you have two ghosts, she said !
Well, I had suspected as much,
is it an old woman with a cat, I asked;
that is my...

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"Pulmonary"



Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green

Clairvoyants dance in time 
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out 

Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an open door

Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life...

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In a distant galaxy, there exists a planet called Nubria. It's
a frozen planet - it has been frozen for the past a million
years and counting.... Somewhere in the planet exists
a city called Aura, believed to be founded by Aurora,
goddess of knowledge. Its sky scrapers are...

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Kerry Ann gleamed with undeterred joy and twinkled in anticipation

It was her birthday and as a true Sagittarius she had colourful vision 

And a sharp bow for shooting the moon to get closer to serious action


The fairy liquid oozed from the bottle thanks God it...

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I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Edgar Allan Poe


The crowd approached the lens of the mega camera. Its gnawing rose up in the smoke of 5,438 cigarettes encircled in the density of that afternoon. Moisture brought a stench of copper and old gold...

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Great Ocean stretching beyond what eye can see
 In the Soul of the wave vortex will you find your destiny?
But at the base is the idea of destiny
What its equivalent from point of view of memory less ocean would be

Its version of being beyond destiny
For...

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I believed at the time of my youth,
that clairvoyants predicted the truth.
A soothsayer foretold
that my life would be gold.
He was wrong with his asinine sooth!...

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At the end of the victorious war, Willy-nilly   
Against  the  epidemic, a contest was  held  to  crown                
The container delicacy  , most chosen and emptied fully ;     
Imagine ...

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Written: October 27, 2023 For Ink Empress Contest
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Under the diaphanous glow of the moon.
They rise sequentially to a delightful boon.
They have no feathers to adorn their skin.
They still sway quietly and...

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the personification hurts the reasoning of an untrained apophenic

cacography ensues as the computer throws a spell check wobbly

the poet scribes on because everything is not what it seems to be

clouds become animals spirits aspirations and nebulous signs

and I am the object and subject of mind...

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crushed at rock bottom he gathered the fragments of descent

slow motion agony that started at a plateau of deluded deceit

free falling sadness spiraling out of control beyond fast repair


the black dog on his shoulder had survived the fall and barked

another round of sadness an insurmountable...

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Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer.

A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective.

Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation.

A miniature jaunt, interment; glove comparted.

Pin-striped foxtails attuned tune maddening clairvoyants.

Precisely predisposed, wine-flavored latten tobaccos.

A wooden-tipped juxtaposition, stilling waisted.

Bygone midge nonguarded, slunk olive drabbing on bayou.

Thicken handkerchief lightly...

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The good witch is still trying hard to collect the future

Nostalgic and post-modern she fondles her crystal ball

With soft hands she embraces Gaia and its sepia hue

Oblivious to oblivion she attempts to elude the inevitable 

A monochrome reminder of the future’s soft calling


If the earth...

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