Best Portents Poems

I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose...

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The
portents 
of danger,
seen in our mind's
eye-
an
x-ray
picture that
whispers to the
heart...

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WINDOW OF THE SOUL

She painted herself as a cathedral window, sometimes in pieces, surrounded by ethereal color, true eyes, full lips.  The windows of...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named...

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Oh, how cold you are, heavenly lights! But there are the earthly lights that promise weary travelers a rest. Interrupting for a moment the eternal...

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NUN FUN IN THE SUN

There was in hot Tashkent in the orient
A religious uprising - a  convent dissent.
Army was ordered in with gunnery,
The soldiers...

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“My soul is among lions; I lie among the sons of men who are set on fire....”

Dramatica; expect the worst and hope for the best...

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A real friendship is truly what men should adore,
Its fragrance persists when its colors grow wan,
The rhapsodic new thrill of a blest metaphor,
A question like...

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Let's look around us: is the slowly-spinning and stunning Earth
the happiest place to spend a lifetime and then suddenly die?
Sorry to say it has never...

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As Sol arises, greets the morn
the soon test taker wails,
"I'm doomed! If I had only read
The Canterbury Tales!

Or more of Samuel Collerige,
or Wordsworth, Yeats or...

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What Remains
by
Rick Folker
June, 2017
Kansas City, MO

When the crowd clamors
And the tocsin clangs

When the mighty and powerful
Crush the weak, the vulnerable,
The poverty that chains and shames

When...

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"History doesn't repeat itself,
but it does rhyme"*
like the whine of swine
 all drunk on wine
this viscous valentine
vents turbid turpentine
volcanic tectonics
of violent landmines
such slovenly, serpentine,
slips of...

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Homecoming through furrows of snow
Absent is the dreariness of past days
Popping balloons to celebrate this event
Portents of laughter diminish long miles
Inclement is winter with its...

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*readers  think of this epic as classic Latin badly translated into English.

Brutus Iulius Trois  page 1

Only the oldest among us all
can truthfully tell...

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 Eye chased mye deer into the rough the golf was tough and leathery the...

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