Best Portending Poems

White Sand and Temporary Oblivion

For an aching moment
I faced dazzling
Gypsum and glass as splinters
Of sunlight pierced the air
Bouncing bright off the landscape at
Alamogordo ---fat Cottonwoods and
	not a tree in sight not
Here, the sight of the unholy Trinity 
	test
Blessed and blast
A fitting slant rhyme for our
	slanted...

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Love's Symphonic Passion
                                by Odin Roark

Shimmering whispers urge forth,
A beginning seeks release from darkness,
The...

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Silently the clouds cross the sky,
The wind whispers through the leaves of trees,
The moon has not yet risen,
And the last rays of light have faded away.
A few stars shed their feeble light,
Portending what is to come,
The flowers of day close to sleep,
And the flowers of...

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Beware of pirates without a ship
like rebels without a transportive WinWin cooperative cause,
like ego-politicians without sacred ecological-economic portfolios.

One of the ways we communicate cooperative values
and choose not to communicate disvalues
is by how and where and when
we show up
and disappear into silence;
and when and where and...

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Oh fallen star of Bethlehem, your established moment shines,
upon canvas of harsh intent, descendent of heavenly design?

A mighty angel’s leading light to those befallen, pleasure-bent?
Are gleaming eyes  masking spites or, our demands, aspiring content?

Looking toward skies o’er Bethlehem, as prides of mortal men delight;
bearing...

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A road trip through  the Pacific West,
from Seattle along Sequim,
Ocean Shore, Seaside,
all the way to San Francisco.
The Pacific roared beside.

Frequent signs warned of Tsunami hazard.
While a warning at a trinket shop 
showed an evacuation route,
an ice cream ad promised a tsunami of delight.

People thronged...

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Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,
sans total mortal kombat annihilation

when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward critical limit stage.
That eleventh hour fast upon mankind,
(as Earthlings speed headlong)
on a bee line irrevocable debacle
portending...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on hind legs accompanied by warty pouches)
Chorus; pierced only by the...

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Flowering bluebonnets will soon carpet fields;
Baby colts playing, kicking up their heels.
Indian paintbrushes will streak through the blue,
And gnarled oak trees budding will show off their hue.

Once I rode a horse through the bluebonnet's terrain;
Low hanging thunderclouds portending of rain;
Showers refreshing drenching my face,
My love...

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To the casual observer, even to herself sometimes,
She appears calm and collected.
But inside, the She-wolf stands on high alert,
Ever watchful, in a fierce state of attention.  

Her eyes intensely attuned to the subtlest movements
In the world around her.
Her ears pricked up, listening
For the slightest...

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Like a blade, a chill finds its way,
slicing through a closed window
portending a season approaching
as a flock rests during migration
filling a skeletal tree.
From a distance looking like 
breeze tossed leaves
then take flight seeking
warmer climes, darkening momentarily
an otherwise daylight sky,
taking with them
a sense of serenity....

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I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach

Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort 
Cleansing,doing ablutions and to the masjid resort
Yet would hibernate and for a while...

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Fear lies effortlessly in portending wait
to bare the intrinsic risk of chance.
View it not just as impending fate
nor play its victim by circumstance...

1/10/2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find between the lilacs of my mind"-Sophie Tunnell...

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Some days linger like a song
You cannot rid your brain of
Slow minutes tick all day long,
When push comes to shove
Everything seems to go wrong.

Just getting through is a fight
Success is, ohhh, so elusive
Nothing seems to go right,
Even your peers seem collusive
Better just to stay out...

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We hide in suburban castles
behind plaster walls cracked by caged voices
as sleepless nights lay siege to slumbering secrets
guarded by iron gates and wooden doors
weathered by unwelcome whims
We stare through rusted keyholes
only to crawl through locked windows	
into a warring world of cloaked eyes
sneaking past discerning ears...

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