Best Foretold Poems
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This New Year has been foretold.
Your future is at hand.
God knows the fate and outcome
of each and every man.
God has chosen the narrow road.
His wisdom is leading the way.
His great strength can carry your load.
His compassion you will feel every day.
With a new dawn over the horizon,
and the Lord to lead the way,
you can spread your wings like an eagle
and soar through every day.
12-13-18
A Brian Strand 1091
sponsor, Brian Strand
Judged 03/18/2022
~~ 1st ~~
CULLODEN FORETOLD
A man he once said ta'e me,
You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed.
Near Inverness you should na'e be,
Your end is there upon thee.
I paid no heed, jumped to my feet,
Charged through the Highlands, sword in sheath.
Loyalty to the Stuarts was my belief,
and to the end that will be.
The charge has stalled, and is no more.
The Duke has trained his English Score,
to stand and fight, not run as before.
This man who spoke has told me.
On this ground I now will stand,
dirk at side, sword in hand.
Bring on my foe, I now demand,
The day has come, God save me.
The volley came, smoke thick as fog.
We charged into the peat and bog,
They stood as one, and stopped our trod,
and slaughtered all that will be.
And now I lay, my gut has bled.
A man by me, still live, not dead.
A Brit comes near, thrusting as he treads,
kills him and I as foretold to me.
Graham Alexander Devenish
Were these dreams foretold, or Happenstance
These dulcet Whispers of prophesy
From bereft desert to Dank green soil of rebirth
With you; only a Daub of dust as reminder
That I ever doubted the path to us, the Folly of
Remorse for yesteryear's Wafting redolence
Perchance, the reign of rash impulses
In the limit of foresight, were the Flutters
Of emerging wings, lifting me to hope's
Horizon, and landing in your hands.
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Foretold? Angels?
When you have sex, and you really love the other,
You know sometimes if you’ve fertilised and conceived,
And Mary and Joseph’s love must’ve been strong,
As marriage was the portal demanded and perceived.
So Mary hallucinated after some months and knew,
She was pregnant as an angel to her appeared,
When fear overtook her because of the derision,
That would occur from the social scene feared.
So she decided to turn to god, to the Jewish temple,
And be inhabited by the holy spirit admired divine,
And she coined the term Son of God most high,
For her bastard boy who otherwise wouldn’t be fine.
John the Baptist was simply the boy’s friend, same age,
Knew him inside, loved him and understood his heart,
Comprehended his capacity to attend to the poor,
For their health and longevity so ignored and tart.
So John, as Jesus’s best friend, prepared the way for him,
Set him up with his career, said his work should be accepted,
By just equating Jesus with god, love, justice and liberation,
For the poor and downtrodden who were very much rejected.
Luke 1
How are those that hate,
like those who love,
when love is just a gate
to the other hates,
that we feel arn't rough
enough to steal our souls.
How are those that care,
like a ferry to a despair,
that we have always feared
from those never there,
yet care is enough to sooth our bones.
How is life so fleeting,
yet always meaning,
too soon to tell,
too late foretold.
Irigidi in Ondo State of Nigeria
You are by no means the least
Of the leading towns in the country
For out of your stock came forth a prophet
In the mold of Elijah and Elisha
His coming was foretold
By God’s General of old
Rev. A.A Allen
That a mighty prophet of God
In the description of prophet Tb Joshua
Would walk out under the anointing of God
Bringing healing and miracles to
Multitude of people simultaneously
That prophecy was fulfilled June 12 1963
As God’s General Temitope Balogun Joshua
Was born and still lives among us
And through the instrumentality of
Emmanuel television
God Almighty uses him
To bring miracles healing and prophecy
To humanity
In his onerous task of
Changing lives
Changing Nations
And changing the world
Happy birthday prophet!
Continue to do what you were born for
What you live for
And what you will die for!
the madman stands
with clutching hands
and shakes Eliot’s geranium
what you hold
has been foretold
but he just stared distantly
at the void
and a vacuous comment
slipped like mist
over the trees, the height
of conversation
- such a vacuous nation –
fools, cads and in moral poverty
what does the future hold?
or does it just shake
the geranium?
what have you been told
of days of old?
it’s the day of new
where hope serves few
Famine Foretold
(Stalin, 1930, 30 million, and Mao Tse Tung 1960, 42 million, et al)
The land is the lord of men who live
Near yellow and lime-green fields,
Who plant it and till it and gladly give
All their toil, for crops it yields.
Dictators forced them to the modern way,
Profaning ancestral farms,
The land did avenge itself one day
With the prophesied, ancient harms.
Ingratitude for Mother Nature's gifts
and our desire to live with greatest ease
have caused strange outcomes; now our planet shifts
climatically by frightening degrees.
With dwindling faith, I've watched as humankind
continues recklessly upon Time's path,
careening or half-stumbling as if blind
to what's to come when we receive Earth's wrath.
We're led by fools and thieves who do not lead
with vision. All around, inequity
abounds as love is killed by war and greed.
This planet's final hours I think I see. . .
Our fate's foretold. An unforgiving earth
by burning will be purged for its rebirth.
“Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour”
Here is my tip in poetry form:
When out and about, take the shortest route.
Run your errands all on the same day.
A tip - move those hips! Cut down on your trips
in your car, and save gas that way!
A woman who knows her heart
met a man who knows his guard
She was eager, burning,
Almost fervid
He was hesitant, cautious,
Almost pallid
She took a step towards
He took ten back
Her lens was pink
His lens was black
She wanted to hold on
He decided to discard
A woman who knows her heart
Met a man who knows his guard...
A THRESHOLD FORETOLD
I but strolled over my unadorned threshold
And what, of all things, did mine eyes behold
Begged I let not this be she
The she I was meant to meet yet hoped she not be the she I prayed she would not turn out to be
And then she sighed to speak to me
And spoke my name as only an angel could
Then suddenly was the sublime, by me, at last wholly understood
Oh that she is the she who shone so shamelessly
Shaming the sun while daring to amble by aimlessly
Beside a man who saw her countenance too long denied
And there she was right by my side
and the matter is that she was formed for my arms to enfold
For all I did was to stroll over my unadorned threshold
And there she was brighter than Cleopatra’s gold
Able to beguile even DaVinci with the vision of Mona Lisa’s smile
Breaking a spell I’d been in for far too long a while
Brightening my darkness with her sumptuous style
A woman more engaging than ever I’d been told
And now I’m so thankful for the few moments she adorned my threshold
A door which led me to a golden rose with no slivered nor sharpened thorn
And finally it was my threshold she arrived to adamantly adorn
Beauty by breathlessness born
And how to conquer with her warmth my callous cold
Oh, and forever I will recall how she sultrily and sumptuously adorned my threshold
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As I am rushing around
Trying to get ready
Looking here in there
For my special evening gown
Yes.. Tis the one…
With the back out
Slit up the side..
Gives a Sparkling glow
Tis be.. I know
Tis the one
My man loves so..
There it is.. I found it
Hanging in my closet..
Shining.. Sparkling.. Tis a glow.. Still
Along with my high-heals
As I put on my evening dress
I memo.. to pull up my hair..
Half up and half down
As put my earrings and necklace on
Sapphires sparkle.. All around
As My heart tis beating ever so
For I have been awaiting
For this time to be.. We shall go
I don’t want to be late
My man is coming
I want to be ready
For that special.. Date
As I know.. He too.. Can’t wait
Just the same
He is getting ready..
Perhaps.. Yes.. In his blues
Nice and sweet
With his tie..
And black shiny shoes
Smile…
As Getting prepared
For Loves special date
Awaiting this moment
Yes.. Must be fate
For tis as I see..
Out my window
Here he comes
My heart tis beating
Just Like a drum
As he pulls up
With his Horse and carriage
Beholding Red Roses
Perhaps… who knows?
Maybe he may ask... someday
My hand marriage
Then as we go
Tis Time... special date...
tis be was it all just a dream???
Awaiting Truth--Foretold in time
Reminds me...
Of just how it shall be
When Jesus comes
Time... that Special date
Yes... You want to be ready
You don’t want to be late
So get prepared... Now
For Divine Love so Grand
God’s Free Gift
Eternal life
With our Savior
Jesus Christ
Tis Soon shall be
Time… Special date
Compare
As we get ready to go...
Meet our Lord in the Air
Tis are... Forever be…
Spend Eternity there
Behold the Marriage supper
With the Lamb of God
Are You going to be there???
Are You getting prepared???
Time... Special Date
Soon be here...
God’s Glorious Love... Eternity
Awaiting Truth--Foretold in Time
And now, finally, the curtain is falling on Palestine and
there will be no Palestinians left to set free, erased from history.
March of history at its cruelest, a grand tragedy foretold,
by the misprints of victims on history's canvas, painting white on grey,
to the point of oblivion.
If history was pregnant with an alternative, we may never know, only the end of line on this bus of history, with crystal clarity.
History is a bastard tree drenched in blood, always groomed by the victors, with only marginal notes by the vanquished, like so many weed to root out with sharp blades, beheading the hope of a nation.
Peace is nowhere to be found, gone for good, like an alienated neighbor travelling to distant territories, for self-preservation.
I saw you in a dream foretold
one winters night in the cold.
You became and image in part
of and old man's broken heart.
The dream begins every night
I close my eyes, it takes flight.
As I awake to dawns new day
I find my soul was taken away.
Love is for the young and old
it can't be brought or even sold.
But the dream that is foretold
can be forgotten and even stole.
"I have seen prophesy come true
just as it had been foretold,
and prophecy has told me
that I will kill you cold,"
but he killed me first
with his very first blow,
and then he said to me,
prior to my being deceased,
"Don't believe everything that you are foretold."