Best Precursors Poems
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
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©O.E. Guillermo
06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
Categories:
precursors, imagery, inspiration, life, love,
Form:
Narrative
A vestige lingers of my sweet Ginger sharing the treasure of What color is love?
Springtide fell according
Affliction bred
Tending a foundation; no longer perceived
Flailing in an undertow between the realms of fragmented desires while desperately yearning to reunite with what can never be
Convoluted tattoos pierced my being.
Tangled in encompassed departures - aspirations drowned
Wading no more-
Restraining from feverishly Tangoing in a bog-
Thus fluidly dodging the precursors and ancestry of my youth- they are not meant to be disturbed - nor used as weapons; subjectively or furnished by a barb
Incidentally, the capacities of experiences led to my vanguard, emerging through a pool of quicksilver,
accompanied with a tender disposition, united, benign and liberated
Categories:
precursors, change, deep, desire, growing
Form:
Verse
They say the eyes are the gateway to your soul
Revealing the dark side of my inner man
Constant contrast deep inside of me
I’m ready to release the beast
This world is not big enough to contain my presence
My energy is drained when people want to claim to understand my lonely walk in this so-
called life I live
Control is what they truly want to own
Enslaving the very essence, beauty, creativity that they were drawn to in the beginning
I’ll revert back to my ancestors and start a revolution on them
Denying them of the pleasure to capture my spirit
I arm myself with my automatic weapon, grenades and my shield
Reciting my mantra “though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no
evil”
Ears ringing, my heart singing my precursors song “way in the water”
Bullets are tearing my enemies in half
Mutilated bodies are multiplying
Afraid of turning around to count my glorious victory
My arms are heavy
Broken glass shattered around
I hear a familiar voice crying
It is me my inner man
Categories:
precursors, war
Form:
Prose Poetry
"Folly"
chasing tales
swallowing
precursors
wings oscillating
slow nectar taken in
honey thick
all the stories
bird feed
fed in silence
the body of worth
grows older
a terrible trick
inside
the feeling
"I"
wings spread
minds clipped
waiting in the eternal now
all the time in the world
sees an ocean
where the trickle of seas
collectively
merge
in all the eyes
where
hand on shoulder
we follow openings
welcoming
the welcome
folly
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Alan Watts - Clear Your Mind
https://youtu.be/fv6md_09xcQ
Categories:
precursors, humanity, i am,
Form:
Free verse
~La Gala Grandeur~
Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid
Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed of adolescence,I become exhilarantly aware
My lineant precursors,swarm samely for my embracing
Free from fragility,I am no longer appraisal's prey
No less nor more than another,we abide incorruptable
Orchestras of saints and psalmists,exact an spectacled sonata
Devout and divinely,we dance dutifully for mercy's grace
This revel illimitable,is always available
Admittance thou art assured,whether or not of invitation
With none boundary of era,we know ye will attend
It is but a matter my friend,of just when...
...is then
~Azaza~ June 19th,2010
Categories:
precursors, adventure, death, faith, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
So which is the more valuable,
Our good friends or our lovers?
And just where does the difference lie,
In truth or under covers?
When waves of darkness swamp your boat
And you are feeling lonely,
Is clarity or warmth preferred
Or do you crave life only?
When tears fall in torrential burst
And hope seems mere placebo,
Do you recall God’s promises?
(Dare to expect a rainbow?)
To peel life’s onion also tears
Our eyes, though understanding
Can sometimes show the heart of things
And humbles our demanding.
And sex and sacrifice there too,
A multi-layered model,
With service as a binding glue,
Precursors all to waddle. (1)
Is friendship then the heart of love
Or is that topsy-turvy
And love the heart of friendship born?
Disputing God quite nervy. (2)
And does it matter which is true,
What puts you through your paces?
A simple answer to our quest,
One coin with different faces.
Brian Johnston
March 11,2015
Poet's Notes:
(1) I am using the word waddle here as an indication of a child just learning to walk, an unsteady gait that reminds us how immature the human race really is emotionally.
(2) When the Bible says that God Himself is Love, one could assume that this gives Love a higher status than friendship, but I question that idea in this poem, though I am not sure myself of the answer. Still I stubbornly cling to the idea that true Love and true Friendship may in fact be indistinguishable from one another.
Categories:
precursors, life,
Form:
Rhyme
What if a dream should actually come true?
Can you imagine how that really might feel?
One day you are laying down flat on your face,
The next day you are dancing a 'Scottish reel.'
'Good accidents' can befall the unlucky,
And 'bad luck' can sometimes cripple the chosen,
A tropic typhoon can ruin a vacation,
An arctic heat wave can thaw out the frozen.
You should know dreams are not just about venting,
Not just part of a 'Walter Mitty' life style,
Your dreams can be precursors to real action,
The kind that just might make your own life worthwhile.
It is not enough just to want what you want,
At the very least one more step you will find,
To visualize first how your life would be changed,
This act alone might just bring peace to your mind.
To visualize something is in fact to dream,
The difference is just that you're conscious,
All the action still taking place in your brain,
All the chemistry is in your subconscious.
We're all glad God leaves some prayers unanswered,
Well it turns out that not all dreams are equal,
Before you say dreams are a waste of your time,
Think! Any dream can give birth to a sequel.
I hear some of you saying you don't get it,
And you think that fate is not an elective,
But don't throw your baby out with 'bath water.'
Please just reflect on the powr' of perspective.
Brian Johnston
January 13, 2014
Categories:
precursors, dream, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time there were Five key words,
We all knew by heart,
What, where, when, why and how,
And they all came out of our mouths wearing question marks.
We didn't just save them for special occasions,
Or make them rhetorical,
No, we expected an informed reply,
So, we could produce the goods on a regular basis.
We used them to explore and keep our neural pathways in good order.
They were likely included in a babe's first jumbled thoughts,
With why and who the biggest contenders for first and second place.
And when any child could utter their first words these five key words,
Were among the first,
Often precursors to the word Mummy or Daddy,
And when they were older before the word teacher.
For a long time, everybody was happy,
And thoughtful,
As IQ'S kept getting bigger,
And neural pathways remained healthy.
Suddenly, we don't know why or how,
We lost our faith in these words,
As they started producing dishonest answers,
And other words like greed, corruption, and selfish,
Started holding sway.
It was not long after that,
The questions stopped,
And the five words that had served us so well,
Were more likely to be seen on the printed page,
Where they could be easily manipulated for other than honest purposes,
Than witnessed coming out of all but the bravest of lips.
If that was not enough for those lamenting their passing,
Many neural pathways began to disappear through lack of use,
And the words but why Daddy or But why Mommy became a fading echo,
To all but those of us old enough to remember,
When, When, What, Where, Why and How kept us honest,
And inflated Our IQ's.
Lest we all forget Hope and Love Still dwell yet in this world,
And a pathway to our hearts,
Is seldom blocked for good.
Categories:
precursors, addiction, betrayal, cancer, children,
Form:
Personification
HAZELS in WINTER
While Winter yet prevails scarce changing state
With sun a slanted elevation gleam
Across the land the trees in patience wait
Their preparation moves in ways unseen
Yet Hazel with a prescience made fair
Decks boughs with pendant baubles: pale green bling
Like jewels of nature dangling in cool air
Precursors to full verdancy of Spring
Thus each and every species in its way
Enhances with diversity our world
Should wishes for equality hold sway
Conformance would repress, with freedom furled
While more of same will jade the richest yearning
Disparity will keep desire still burning
Categories:
precursors, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Sacred Scriptures and the seers of the yore
Inspired or in the throes of divine revelations
Garnering premonitory precursors of the coming times
Nation rising against nation, brother against brother,
Of the worldwide pestilences, famines and earthquakes,
Four angels standing at the four corners of
The earth holding back the four winds,
Hail and fire, mixed with blood come pouring down
Enhancing the wickedness and the love of most will grow cold.
Time is at hand when people will not heed sound teachings,
It will be time to destroy those who destroy the earth;
Many false prophets shall rise and lead many astray
Except the one who stands firm to the end will be saved,
Says the Lord, “I am the way and the truth and the life".
~04/23/18
~Acrostic contest by John Hamilton
Categories:
precursors, bible, blessing,
Form:
Acrostic
Beyond the bright’ning stars, further than moon
And planets, is the Universal Mind;
Behind manifestation there are strewn
Existence-cosmic templates, intertwined
Pattern on pattern, potential lives on lives,
Precursors sacred in Immortal Plan.
Before a thing exists, becomes and thrives,
As thund’ring mountain, mighty ocean, man,
Before the tiny flower, worm or fly
Is made reality, there is The Thought,
(Mystic vision through Creation's eye
‘Ere matter physical’s robustly wrought).
So much beyond, behind, before, above
All life, and I can gladly call it Love.
Categories:
precursors, inspirational, life, love, visionary,
Form:
Sonnet
he taught simple terms.
simple word usage. he also taught
what was referred to as controversial.
words that had double meaning, and
words that spelled backward
were precursors to debate.
They called this session of teaching
Word Artricle or References to Wrong
These were the teachings of Platonic Order
a reference to Socrates
not the actual teachings of Socrates but
it was derived from the Fifth Century scholar.
because people who love music
might not think about what
a word spelling might signal or has
potential to cause, it is rightfully sound to show
and or teach an individual what might
be causing him trouble.
the word drum is an middle eastern word
derived from the
Low German word Tromme. But in english
when spelling the word backwards
the word is murd.
A violin has a beautiful sound, but does
a violin come from. Violin comes from
the Italian word viola or Violin
which also describes the sun.
the word violence.
Some people believe both the violin
and drum means that violence is being
referred to in the music the person is describing.
the meaning of the exercise is to warn those
partake in musical exercise or those who think
that people use music to set a mood are talking
to you trying to convey a message.
Does one need to refer to his lack of Urban
sense or Urban Etiquette when
it comes to the music of choose.
Those country evenings with a fiddle and a band are warnings?
or are they engaging evenings of collabarted enjoyments?
The mocking Seriously or a Platonic Dialog?
Whist than is either:
that the latter is most appealing.
Categories:
precursors, confusion, leadership, music, myth,
Form:
Classicism
hot
humid
summer days
annoying gulls
and crowded beaches
are precursors
to august's
dog day
heat
Categories:
precursors, angst, august, dog, how
Form:
Ninette
Men prepare for the road ahead
And I implore you be not late,
You need carry no belongings
Save the vagaries of your fate.
Know when you take this journey long
You would traverse beyond the blue,
Walk the path your precursors took
Though they had not the faintest clue.
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Categories:
precursors, death,
Form:
Elegy
Languishing in liminal limbo
Feathers fray before striking harmony
Tidal waves in my brain have ebbed and
Flowed, expanded and contracted guiding
Wings of my astral soul across desolation;
Precursors upon mantles with no equal
Sentinels of sanguine, like the Kings Guard
Watching over my journey, Angels cradling
My thoughts and deeds push
Sometimes pull
The look on her face
Liquid
The Cardinals
Daybreak song!
Categories:
precursors, appreciation,
Form:
Alliteration