Best Prescience Poems

Prescience of time
The story structure presented
Now final endings...

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trace elements of here and there
mingled/mangled/tousled/tangled 
knots and rifts and linear gifts
so many teasers to unscramble

bilocation, thy location
if that were a thing
unequivocally not I fear
oh...

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Beware the wrath of the Northern Polar boogie man, 
The Anti-Clause, a legendary beast of nightmarish voracity,
From folklore mythology, a dark creature of demonic prowess,
Lurks...

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Take "me" away,,
from truths..) un-form me"
unseen to halogise with...
May my aptness be swirled
and re-involved prescience
emerge now as resolutions to
eternal resolve..Are become..!


copyright Joe Maverick 2012
in support...

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Lost, to the darkness, deep ...

This bleak sojourn I have made times on end,
dipping my eyes to the dreadful forms that mock me,
a maelstrom of...

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dancing icy underfoot crackle pathways
moonlight loves the feminine presence prescience
laughter singing prayerful chants of thank you
ritual nurture...

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Google Maps told me today
that my Phoenix to Tucson drive
would last an hour and fifty-seven minutes.
At excactly two-nineteen I would arrive.

But surely it is folly...

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“Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. 
The most exact calculator has no prescience that somewhat incalculable 
may not balk the...

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Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time 
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with 
velvety laces    
Cloaked...

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So,
she autistically
and powerfully
said,

One me
plus one you
makes two

And we two
minus one me
leaves you one

Which feels like not
quite enough
for ego sufficiency

But one whole lot more
than zero deficiency

Because...

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An angelic figure glides among the damned
One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human
More like something in between the lines...

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I looked at my owl cup and this dribbled off my pen:

 

            ...

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Might We Ever…
            by Odin Roark

Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness...

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For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts...

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The baby laughs and looks into her mother’s eyes,
I see a little bit of Heaven.
Children wait with excitement as their father opens a present,
I see...

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