Best Portent Poems

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:) 

I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny 
it was your kitten...

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Instruction
by Michael R. Burch

Toss this poem aside
to the filigreed and the wild tide
of sunset.

Strike my name,
and still it is all the same.
The onset

of night is...

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Circumstance encompassing around and flowing as the mill race in turbulent rolling curls,
Surges.' Forth to flow; and fall, visions issue with or without portent,
to my...

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REMNANT
The Book of Prophecy was open to a silent page.
Tis she thought of the biblical generation in forty stages.
Her heart she hears.
In this life that...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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Thank you Sweet Lord
For this wonderful day
The comfort I slept in
The bed where I lay
My faith in my waking
Was never in doubt
Your Love in abundance
I’m...

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How to stop swift and stealthy time that brings death?
Must we think only of victories, not defeats
and deny that all we posses will be lost...

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bursting hot bubbling like lava
oh most sacred shade of sacral chakra’s bloom
chrysanthemum petals burst
like fireworks on the fourth of July
and so none can deny the...

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Hell-and-gone, my dreams are the bane of angels
          Crimped with light, yet ceded to swim in...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is...

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If we could look into the seeds of time,
and say which grain will grow and which will not,
we would arrange our affairs defiantly
in the face...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear...

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I went out for the newspaper at the usual time this morning, shortly after 5AM, (yes, I'm one of the "odd few" who still enjoys...

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Centurio Romanus sum,
et nolite flere non commovebitur.

I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble.
But I have wept some bitter tears before this end...

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