Best Portentous Poems

My past,
part of this present,
yet not desperately all
or I live too mortally
in our past;
still breathing
heart beating
but no other present signs 
of hopeful life.

Just so,
this present
part of our future,
yet not all,
Or we have already died
without our Great Promise;
reluctantly 
still shallow breathing
heart dissonantly beating
yet without future active...

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It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging 
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear. 
A vixen wind against...

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