Best Foreseeable Future Poems
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.
But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growing. Year after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”
Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.
In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.
Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion.
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.
Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won
A playoff series. But Billygoat yaks to Mrs. O’Leary’s
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.
In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.
Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Lift me up a little higher so I can see the light
Above the fray of doom and gloom down here,
Desperately I need this boost to ease my plight
I’m afraid I am drowning in this pointless drear.
Sometimes I think Apocalypse is looming near
Positive optimism slowly disappearing from sight
Sometimes I feel eaten alive by an irrational fear
Lift me up a little higher so I can see the light.
Conspiracy theories as black as the darkest night
Designed in the illogical mind to burn and sear
Compel me, make me want to take sudden flight
Above the fray of doom and gloom down here.
I sincerely long for contentment, peace so dear
Or, perhaps, at least a modicum of calm respite
From divisive elements, a social change of gear,
Desperately I need this boost to ease my plight.
‘Tis scarcely my nature to live with foolish fright
Lingering, my foreseeable future at a bronzed bier
Yet, with all the negativity enveloping my might,
I’m afraid I am drowning in this pointless drear.
I diligently seek the way of exuberance and cheer,
To always find ways to focus on the grander right
As long as I have breath, I avoid the noisome jeer
Run to the truth with outstretched arms to fight,
Lift me up a little higher.
Written May 22, 2022
Oh Foolish Me
Foreseeable future,
The curtains are closed
Today?
Tomorrow?
Who really knows?
But for me to leave here with no words said
Leaves unspoken thoughts inside of my head
Unasked questions
And answers I will never know
Oh Foolish Me
Oh Foolish Me
Copyright J.M. Dougherty 2016
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Not sure how much more my mind can take, twisting and bending
in ways I don't think a mind should go.
voices always screaming, yelling, argueing with my conscience
never taking time to breathe.
The headaches get worse, the voices get louder,
the skin that wraps my skull is burning, screaming "I WANT OUT!!!"
no hope, no wish, no foreseeable future, lost?!? maybe....
wish I was born with a refresh button that says "CLICK HERE"
the deeper with in the deeper the darkness, i seclude myself
into the darkness, it embraces me, it cradles me, it shelters me
from societies evil disasters, human kind, the downfall of eternity,
but not my downfall, I am protected within this darkness
the voices are demanding but the mind is controlling, and
the darkness keeps the voices from piercing my eyes
and escaping into what society deams "NORMAL"
Small like a bird
Smart like a nerd
Shining like a beacon
Special like a penguin
Oh! She is sensational
She is humble, universal
And absolutely lyrical
Now everybody knows her name
Like Mona Lisa and Mother Nature
She now has fortune and fame
Oh! Her foreseeable future
Looks great and outstanding
She is reciting a nice poem
Listen, quiet, quiet; she is speaking
Please bring a laptop and a modem.
Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Sometimes I just feel
I want to be single
for the rest of my life
because of how many
times my heart has been broken
At other times I feel so lonely
I wish I had someone to hold me
Give me kisses on a rough day
Say, “I love you forever and always”
Someone to live out my days with
I know people say you have
your family and friends
But even when they are
around I get that feeling
of loneliness
I want to feel what they feel
Feel that feeling of being loved
by the one you will spend
the rest of your life with
At this point in my life
I doubt that will ever happen
So a loner is what I will
be for the foreseeable future
Supine
the storm blows
and blows
STRENGTH and VERVE
STRENGTH and VERVE
until it's final exit
we exhale and we watch
rainbows erupt
brushing the backdrop red
jade hints her place amid the blushing blue
dazzling a loving
peaceful sky
the fox just happens by
run fox run
meander in my meadow
and wander thru my eye
the softness of the day
after hardened night
billows bestow
upon
cotton candy clouds
to consume and commiserate
licking lasting wafts of lilac
from the wind
where the butterfly garden
calls
and invites us in
we inhale and we wait
beauty caressed in arms of gold
visions sought will soon unfold
flit and flutter
silenced
in words not uttered
we stare off into the distance
the foreseeable future
slyly with no fear
nor imminent peril
the fox approaches near
We need to live, to breathe, make love to the day and hold close the night
Last snow melting in backyard.
The sun shines a mellow march afternoon.
Play dates are in the foreseeable future.
Children fidgety keep looking out the window.
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Our world of innocence is caught unaware,
Taunted by a nightmare,
An experiment gone wrong; a distorted sculpture,
We're locked inside for the foreseeable future.
We wait for that day of relief,
Citizens get themselves into a psychotic state.
"Lives have been lost" says the news,
Coronavirus is sending people mad.
Where to we go; what do we do,
We try our best to struggle through,
The roads are clear from cars and bikes,
No long walks in the country or hikes.
Isolated from family and friends,
Trapped inside till this crisis ends,
Can we survive this helpless attack?
A life without colour.
Oceans remain wet and salty through Tuesday
Clouds roll in with muffin configurations
Comic skies remain outside
Desert tsunamis turn calm, take a left on Wednesday
Partly sunny skies expected but not predicted
Early afternoon hours will see clearly
Seven miles or further to the horizon
Followed by nightmares by day break in the distance
A chance of meteor showers are possible but not likely
Rain, followed by fog, followed by cars in California
Will make travel uneasy on the West Coast
The rest of the country will see day turn into night
Precipitation will prevail in the valley
Heavy at times but not to worry
Weather will continue on as usual
Earth will spin in a gentle orbit
On Sunday, mild winds will take shape
Continue to grow frantic elsewhere
Blowing into the work week mayhem
Not changing in the nation
Or any foreseeable future location
My friends on P-Soup are loyal and true
Every morning I rush to my computer
To read all their happy upbeat comments
And suddenly the sun breaks through the clouds
At times, I must admit I have thought of leaving
When everyday trials cloud my vision
But then I quickly come to my senses
I would certainly have withdrawal symptoms
Similar to those folks abstaining from alcohol
I would have to join “Poets Anonymous” for help
To get me through the difficult and trying times
Without the aid of friends and family
I'd be a broken man aimlessly wandering the streets
As I sit here writing, I am convinced
This will never ever come to pass
Alright, I'll admit it... I'm obsessed
There! I feel much better now
Admitting I have a problem is half the battle
So it seems I'll be here for the foreseeable future
Thank you all my dear friends
And three cheers for P-Soup!
Hello Palestine,
have you seen the headlines today:
400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire. And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine relief fund. Also at Brandeis the president was sacked for violating US Constitution, and was seen packing back to a Kibbutz near Gaza. Send them back, I say, to disallow infecting American democracy such. Palestine will never be free when those scoundrels have the upper hands.
And this just came in, sky over Gaza is clearing, the mist is gone and plenty of sunshine for the foreseeable future, enough to bring the birds out again, singing to the tune of Glorious Palestine, from river to the sea, this holy land shall always be free from the smug of racists and supremacists, clinging to their dystopia of land without Palestinians. Their days are numbered and nightmare is over, hello freedom, hello justice's return after the snub of cold shoulder for a generation.
Gaza cafes are now open again, markets filled with fresh fruit, and children playing with new toys donated from good will citizens of Tel Aviv and East Jerusalem. It is good to live free again.