Best Forebodings Poems

1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To...

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Pride uttered its voice, afore an empty shore....

Waters embracing this moments arising

Darkened clouds within their gathering; these stirrings

Shadows of the once foretold; long ago, such reflective times!?

Glancing toward the south within this sound of stillness

Abandoned silhouettes, revisiting a ghost towns rides

As one whom awakens within...

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Have you ever had a nagging feeling that something isn't right ?
Now multiply a hundredfold, this represents my plight
The world laid out before you, on the surface all is well
Non specific swirling darkness, grave forebodings dwell
Try to keep your focus, through long shadows ebbing light
While...

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ORIGINAL TITLE HAIKU 35
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness 
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our...

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And so they sailed, on and on, uncharted were where they went, till they came to Hade's land
Dark and grey and dismal was the land where wraiths and shadows wandered on the sand
There they held congregation with the dead whose time on Charon's ferry was...

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Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned

Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear

"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths

Aeolus struck his staff on marble floor
Ordering her acquiescence through the...

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My Grandmother’s Kaleidoscope    

The stones and the planks of her heart
resonate with the pick-axes and the
hammers. My grandma’s mansion
loses its head, arms and trunk.


His hidden life in the Malaysian
woods during an old war, usual 
silence of the empty nights near
her granary, which...

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The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain 
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
 than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.

People are not kind
To those with troubled minds
They can’t understand
Insecurity
Anxiety … worry
Paranoia
Obsessiveness
Compulsiveness
All seem too...

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Part 17

a kitchen drawer filled with throwaway lines
taped across the raw spots
itching festering inquiries eh inspector
asking the unavoidable
if we know how we got here
there's a better chance to know
where the fated flatulence we are going
if beauty is misused is it still beauty
what you don't perceive...

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Hiding under her blankets
The darker the better
....presses her button to drop the blinds
The darker the better.

The only light comes from the flicker of the horror movie
Where the hellovision screen is her mirror...it makes her feel at home.

Her clothes fit her well;
- Aching uncertainty 
- Dark...

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I am empty in my own shadow
Arid space lifeless and dull, brown
fog trickles down the penumbra
Of my mind, pendulum moves.

Shadow and skeleton fill up
My cupboard-stacked memories
Igniting volumes of dead smoke
Polluting my incipient body.

Stewing figure stands behind bars
Forebodings, shattering crisp flies,
Smell resembles rotten oyster
In my midnight...

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It's hard to be humorous when I want to shed tears.
Worse, hard to read poems or comments that hum with fear.

Fear, warnings, 'stay safe,' all drive me bats.
I want to hide in my closet,...

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Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung...

Lodged squarely upon corporeal property
(i.e. necessary soft tissue)
of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan
mine eldest sister,
when medical technician informed
aforementioned unpleasant tidings
earlier today February 25th.

Utmost grievousness grips
analogous to invisible
strong hands strangulating
"I can't breathe"
while grappling trying to process
apocalyptic forebodings
(impinging on mine corporeal
fifty plus...

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Future Prospects

	Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease?
	Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment,
	like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed the mayhem of WWI,
	wonder if libertarians had qualm with “Spanish” Flu, or accepted it
	as a...

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Cheru’s the allergic emperor 
among the trees on the earth.
Its dark violet nuts are 
rich source of itching energy.

Though a single drop of sap –
a hypocritical white in hue –
could create an itching ecstasy,
consequent crimson rashes
frightened me with forebodings.
Capsules complicated my condition.
My body bloated like...

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