Best Harbinger Poems
Musing on this life of mine
Alone I wonder if it's time?
Robin sings in my heart
Fluttering wings like cupid's dart.
Have been hurt, no doubt caused pain
Hearing robin's song again
Before I journey who knows where?
Know angelic wings will take me there.
The time has come and gone again
I'm stoic now what's left to gain
The universe will keep me here
Perhaps a day, perhaps a year.
A harbinger called to seal my fate
My gentle songbird set no date
Listen carefully you might hear
Angelic music have no fear.
With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life,
the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet
Ready for a new season, Spring birds
Shake off winter; embracing
The bonniest warmness weather,
Babies born, and color of nature's crowns.
Scarlet Tanagers chatter, flying round,
Feasting on caterpillar’s slowness
And beetles boring away that are found;
whilst
Eternal sunlight reft through sturdy limbs
And myriad leaves of the mighty old oak;
Rapid rhythm clatter drum sounds
Of the Woodpecker on its breast shout.
A hum, a garden faintly woo a smile
At song sung by pretty red feather Robin dancing.
A sweet kiss, a seed, the male Cardinal
Feeds his blush pretty mate favor.
Yonder pond, tree boughs
Teasing the water's edge
Whilst
Little Mallard ducklings
Follow mamma to the bank.
Bluebird builds her nest
Right in the heart of the sprouting
Redbud flowering tree.
Camouflage in the red begonia
An orange breasted Oriole
With its sweet enchanting sound.
On the horizon the fire fades out,
Hush around in high perch, tiny roosting
Cold blue moon comes into sight.
2/26/2021
Poetry Contest: Spring Birds
Sponsored by: Constance La France
harbinger
amber undertones
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autumn starts to breathe
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Contest: Nature Theme Haiku
What flies though the air up above
Disguised as a peace seeking dove
For those who've not heard
Drones can send you the bird
From the land of brotherly love
Author's note: Is this really how to win friends and influence people (for the long term)?
Shadows of the pre-dawn night
Of thee I fathom what's to come
Fear not the shades of hopeless strife
Thy will preludes the strength of sun
O'er prairies filled with downy haze
Your power seeks to forge a path
That follows rainbows all the way
From lightning strikes to calm at last
Of thee I fathom what's to come
'Till sundown, battles will be won!
12/21/13
7:30 am
I descended the wretched trench of lies with willing defeat,
My heart severed too many times to ever even care
Of what horrors lay beneath
I face the unknown with a corrupt thirst
I have seen these familiar twisted faces,
And I greed for their ends—for the cease of their cries,
Longing for my vengeful rise
Too long I have felt the devastation of death entwining with my soul,
Too long have I tasted the heat of unimaginable, unbearable downfall
In the torment of screams,
My mind claws in desperation
To silence the never-ending agony,
The burning of unmerciful cataclysm
Claws made of frozen souls grip my own
Reaching in, extracting my life—I rip myself to shreds
I dance the Devil's dance to the song of weeping angels
With the sheltered moon bleeding plagues
Chaos and Havoc play upon my heart
Where have I let myself descend?
To the ends abstracting Happiness,
To the cruel tail whipping sorrows to Rage,
This madness inflicted sprouted from the Guilt of Failure,
Tell me, why is there no chance for Redemption?
These lashes, these Scars raw in the demons’ presence
Lowered head accepts such torment as deserving
Rain sears the eyes of the weak,
Faltering trust in the wicked
Their teeth gnashing my flesh, my bones
And sorrow misleads in hopeless promises
When false light brings me to Darkness's sweet embrace
Holding fast to self-loathing
I pierce the veil,
My eyes falling upon the face of Death
Empty Horror returns its gaze to me
Maggots devouring my flesh
And suddenly the deplorable Madness is me
I, the Devourer of souls
The Harbinger of Doom
Pain and Discourse my companions
I pierce the veil
Only to find misfortune reflected
Holding me, fixedly…Darkness,
Lay me down once more upon your hidden altar
For too long have I let the earth’s Monsters feed on my heart
Too long have I held onto Hope only to watch her fester
Too long… and long enough that my webbed eyes close to the vision of Tomorrow
I clasp the vicious claws with infant hands and wail at the top of my lungs
Cutting into me, all I have ever lived for
My wail exceeds all cries,
For no matter how terrible,
No matter how deafening,
My Misery reigns supreme
-A collaboration with Rebecca Larkin-
I feel with thanks this gentle messenger;
this love herald formed of flesh and bone,
a peaceful, soft and tender hand
that touches mine, so, so warmly
to tell my heart, you're not alone
I hear with wonder this joyful music;
this song of laughter and compassion,
a happy, kind and calming voice
that soothes my oft tormented mind,
amid its dark and fervid passions
I receive with awe this loving spirit;
this heart filled with caring and devotion,
a grateful, sharing, loving heart
that holds my own within its grasp
touching me with true emotions
He brings a companion
imagined.
Shouts this clear:
"The day is yours."
The Harbinger waves
Smiles
What do the faux prophets say?
Whispering.
We were talking.
Days were aging
and settling;
birds resting.
We were at rest.
Doppelganger, you touched me,
From desuetude tales, with redolent reach,
Raising my halo, armoured,
Beyond all the charm of infallible speech,
Filling my lungs, punctured,
Drawing my breath, vast,
Raising my every hair,
Beneath, this phantom limb’s cast,
For touched, I won’t preach,
A imperfect tense, gorged,
To signify, a world, visible,
And touched, I can’t teach,
An opulent heaven, waiting,
I can’t answer, what was never known,
And in tongues, I don’t conflate,
An epiphany that’s erstwhile,
With the wherewithal of penumbra’s sun,
For touched, I touch Scintilla,
To become pyrrhic, I pretend a halcyon,
My doppelganger, you touched me,
From desuetude tales, with redolent reach,
Raising my halo, armoured,
Beyond all the charm of infallible speech,
Filling my lungs, punctured,
Drawing my breath, vast,
To exhale a world brimming,
I am the harbinger,
I am my past,
Here in this hallowed place
he sees great signs foretold
hidden, sacred meanings
hold oracles of truth
happenings yet to be
hear his prophetic words
herald of the future.
Written on 2/19/2017
Pleiades
He meanders down the deserted streets
of the uncouth ruins of shattered language
looking for creative act,
nubile poetry,
celestial songs,
devoid of cultural pluralisation,
tarnished sensibilities,
receding waves of celebration....
looking for-
the harbinger of wonderful monument.
A warm tempest rises
and vanishes
covering the street with blazing sand
offering a torn envelope
addressed to him
mothering a blank letter,
moistened with salty waters
and,
he stands perplexed
at the moisture in desolate aridity,
at the miraculous ways of power.
He wades through the ablaze sallow sand.
Distant voices press upon his ears
ringing in his mind
enforcing him to go on
to discover the....
The scattered letters glistened
in the gloaming,
inviting him to fetch them up.
He runs and takes
V
O
E
L
in his hands
and he wonders at every probability of permutations.
Through the opaque airs
he descries an old fort
(perhaps)
with a magnificent glorified entrance.
The door,
locked up from outside
and a bunch of keys lying buried in the sand.
He gazes at them continually
and looks at me questioningly
but,
I had only injured answers to offer.
Deceit o’ bloodred,
Languish droplets bled
Elements purge forlorn
Happily e’er after battle-torn
Cruel lips kiss adieu,
Loathsome toxin askew
Slumber still mercy mine
Ador bore thou decline
Tangled web of lies,
Depths of loveless eyes
Pierced by devious dart,
Enfeeble, tis terse impart
Remiss of presence so
Willful heart nary let go.
Welcome harbinger grim,
Laid broken, weakened dim.
Come hither sweet respite
To thy favor, I so submit.
Love’s demise hardens regret,
Behests reminisce lest I forget.
cold curfew lifted
eager wings spread, feathers plumed...
sweet song susurrates
tweeting awareness
of burgeoning beginning...
springtime harbinger
February 10, 2023
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Contest : Bird
In my new teevee show : Brian touché plays Toyo harada !
He,s an evil millionaire , he,s out to conker the world !
Imagine Charles Xavier as a bad guy . He runs skools mostly 4 kids with
Super powers ! A harbinger is sum boddy with a power !
Harada & stancheck & the visitor are omega harbinger !
Thay have multipul powers ! But most harbingers only have one power !
There's a girl named faith , she can fly ! Her room mate is a Japanese girl ,
She shoots lightning out of her hands ! Thay hang out with an invisible boy &
Macfadden , don,t call him Gaylord ! And a black boy with super strength &
A black girl with super strength . Macadden has a sonic scream power !
These kids are broken down into classes of five or six ! Win faith try's to run away
Or fly away , five or six harbingers chase her ketch her and bring her back !
Harada sends two girls hoo fly or levitate with a micheal Jackson lookalike with a
Dazzler like power , and three others as a squad to bring people back. And then
He messes with thair memories , and sends them back to skool ! But faith keeps
Remembering , and harada keeps brain washing her! There's this other company
Called omen corp ! Thay can scan people with powers , and then duplicate the powers !
But so far , thay haven't bin aybul to scan harada yet ! ...
On a slave ship Phillis came
adpoting her owner's name,
learning English & latin brought her fame-
Serfdom did not become her curse
Dedicating words to President George in verse.
Tribute to Philli Whealtley(1753-84) considered to be the first successful black poet writing in
English.Her anthology 'Poems on Various subjects' published London 1773