Foreshadows Poems

In light of it all

In light of it all 
In light of the mundane
the obtuse nature of the
*****sapiens
the willingness to adhere 
my soul delights in 
belief in dreams manifesting 
balance universally formed 
in mustard seeds and eternal springs 
things yet unseen 
a ladybug’s touch
plucked four leaf clovers
who can know 
who can cast foreshadows in-
in light of it all
in in light of the mundane

Weedy Eschatology

The aging street mourns its faded splendor.
It remembers having red tulips and roses
in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns
in community yards lining its borders.
But neighborhoods gradually decayed,
and nobody’s planted flowers in years.
The asphalt’s once-black fresh-tar patina
is now gray and chockfull of countless cracks.

In those rifts grow rows of feral weeds
that no person planted or wanted.
Rooted in forgotten fissures of the world,
weeds lift their hearts and heads toward the sky.
Survivors of severe environments,
baked by blazing sun, infrequently watered,
deprived of easy access to nourishing soil,
and squashed by droves of mutilating tires.
Yet, still the stalwart weeds survive,
paragons of beautiful resilience.

Glamorous, fragile flowers are transient.
Plain, ordinary weeds are forever.
For humans who feel our messy lives
are more like run-over weeds than roses,
weeds’ wild fortitude foreshadows
an unexpected, untamed eternity.

Holiday Guests

celebrating guests
	foreshadows slumber-less sleep ~
		happens once a year

Fire

Fire

Anger burns in me when not satisfied
My blood rushes to my head
Unhappy, I light a fire deep down
I can’t extinguish what I create

Satisfaction is a necessity
I turn into an uncontrollable force
Furious I see flames
Which have no light but scorch

My eyes turn melancholiac
With the cinders left in me 
I can’t distinguish between right and wrong 
An uneasy dread creeps in and draws confusion

Weight arrives on my shoulders
I can never cool down from the anguish
That foreshadows me secretly
Curiosity fills itself around

Questions begin to unravel
There conspires the evil
Doubt mocks the innocent 
Igniting the fire and flames

Foreshadows the Open Form

FORESHADOWS
of
a
close engagment
ever-present
&
predetermined

  authentic
 surprises
without
 semantic
alterntives

 unadulturated
living
so
invaluable
an
 obsessive
refrain
 inextricably
blended
without
intricate
pattern
ordered
&adhered
yet
respecting
judgement
in a
corresponding
exporation
accented
multiplicity
  scanned
then
 expunged


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Focus

a ray of hope

stings the tale

feathers the tar of life

to grow once more


no illusion without sunshine 

a prism abandoned

broken mirror of 

headlights in a tunnel

canary breathing afresh

in the mines of her mind


the curtain opens again

for a round of applause

as new dawn avails

spheres of transient change


her spotlight beams

bounces its focus

examines doubts of darkness

with a critical lens

foreshadows dew drops

melts the poet

emotes waning blindness

moulds acceptance of dusk

narrates the core
 

performance art from the heart

a spectral kaleidoscope 

with realms of intent



13th August 2021

Mystical Moonlight

MYSTCAL MOONLIGHT

Intoxicating, breathtaking.
Silvery foreshadows of innocence 
The birthplace of my poetry.
It's starlight, of tides and times.
Moonlight and God are spinning
The perfect poetic chrysalis,
Of dreams and peace.
As His existence always is.
Above the clouds He does not sleep.
But love and miracles does He keep.
Alas, to many, He is but a joke.
Lonely,ill and confused, they grumble,
Deaf to His help and eternal
whisperings,
The Creator of this universe and
our eternal King,

12/11/2020

Brevettes Stations

summer
     foreshadows
     satisfaction

     Winter
     deepens
     cold

     autumn
     unravels
     trees

     spring
     projects
     smiles

These Arms Long To Hold You

Sensuous allures float in pulchritude of white swan
Upon your lotus pond, arousing visions of romance
As I see you there where pink blossoms dance
And kiss your presence in ambiance of golden dawn.

Nary a cloud foreshadows my blue sky of tomorrow
As primrose emotions evoke blossoms of meadows;
In emerald green terrain, there are no dark shadows
For memories of yesteryear bear no hints of sorrow.

You entice ruby moods applauding crimson hues
Cheering for our love in chrysanthemum flowers,
Bright red tulips, soft pink roses, and spring rain showers
As ode of desires muses love-verses you schmooze.

And you sparkle gemstones from prisms of tinted dew
Igniting passions within whiffs of scented breeze
Caressing my wishes in embrace of seductive tease,
Instinctively aware: how these arms long to hold you!

September 24, 2019
Placed 1st: Pick a title, vol. 9-enclosed rhyme poetry contest
Title chosen: These arms long to hold you
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand 660 contest by Brian Strand

Dying Before My Time

The moon bears the brunt of a dying storm that
foreshadows lovers who once shone bright with promise.
Sea waves fold over their affections as their lives rush to shore 
unfolding as their love unravels at the water’s edge.

Love may be ephemeral but can be recaptured they say
I will accept whatever morsel of affection you dole out
but you should know I love you now and will until forever
YOU AND ONLY YOU.

Oh, but that I could, I'd take us back to prolong 
those close intimate moments we swore were eternal.
Moments we enjoyed and my lingering in your matted forest
basking in my good fortune, appreciating every second.

Not so long ago we made glorious memories
what a joy it would be to recapture them again
but time is cruel, my love, it keeps slipping away
and I can't make time heel and behave.

Lover's beginnings are full of hope  
In the end withering with regrets
Love does make cowards of us all, my sweet one,
and feelings die like waves on the beach. 

But go pursue your illusion of love elsewhere, my love
Leave me with my feelings naked, alone
and my love decimated with heart exposed 
dying before my time.

Timely Dish

TIMELY DISH

Vanilla creme and pearls - foreshadows sway.
Romantic candlelight, bliss-scented wish.

She twirls her necklace, perfume of salt spray.
Vanilla creme and pearls, foreshadows sway.

His rugged face, upturned, she makes his day.
He glances, helpless, at this timely dish.

Romantic candlelight, bliss-scented wish.
Vanilla creme and pearls, foreshadows sway.

8/30/2017
Triolet

A Shadow of Doubt

My shadow to me is like
fragrance to the flower,
Moon to the sun,
Like the shade to the tree--
As it tells not what fruits it bears,
My shadow reflects not
the matters of my heart,
It foreshadows not
the dark side of my mind;

Tread not on my shadow
Nor shadow the whims
of my sly heart...
It will lead you astray!


"Shadows" contest by Edwin Hofert

Verdant Green Sap

Green is more than a color it’s true;
In viridescence there’s the promise 
Of life springing anew,
Or maybe that’s found 
In hues vibrant chartreuse.

Pea is the eyes of a jaundice and spite
It’s a virulent shade
Which foreshadows a fight
That’s driven by envy—
An emotional blight.

And once March is near
Let’s not forget Shamrock--
To the Irish it’s dear
For old countries remembrance,
They even color rivers and beer.

And the list could go with endless zeal
Shades of green with names
Like Moss, Mint and Teal.
Pear, Avocado, and Apple 
Each have their own a-peel.

 JSC 3/23/2015
 "It's Spring--Show Me the Green" Contest by Francine Roberts

Etched

The sun has set upon the hills
The moonlight glares as my body
Awaits the embrace of dreams.
 
My mind wanders, my thoughts drift
A noise stirs in the silence,
The crash foreshadows more.
 
A scream—is it my mother?
A boom, more yelling too,
A thud, is that my brother?

The men invade my room
I follow them and do as I’m told,
Kill them, they say, and hand me a knife.
 
I feel the fear in my family’s eyes,
My chance for life rests in their destruction
I give into my captors’ demand,
Coating my hands in unwashable stains.

My leaders delight in my compliance,
The tallest one turns to me
He motions to leave.
 
I step into the cold night,
I’m alone and shaking, my eyes leak,
My masters join me; both grinning
The stinging in my head is a joy.

It Foreshadows Me

It foreshadows me, the night, the darkness
It falls upon me to whisper some words
They are faint poretentous words
What may they mean, those words
"the darkness will be your fall"
What may they mean?
A dark figure falls upon the alley
Infront of me is darkness and eyes
A gunshot is heard and pain writhing 
It forshadows me, the night, the darkness
It foreshadows my death

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