The child in me stands out, often, rudely,
Shocking me; shaking me; threatening me;
Questioning all foundations and traditions,
Rites, rituals, routines, convictions...
Sometimes like logical philosopher,
Sometimes like ancient saintly foreteller;
Sometimes like wild rough, rude beastly creature,
Provokes thoughts on life with its true feature...
It's in such character transformation,
Assumed the form of child in transition;
Finding enchantments all over the earth,
Felt fascination for her very birth...
This little girl, my inner child, asks me,
To tell stories on butterflies, fancy;
Might be owing my mood, then, anger-filled,
There's once one, I said, it's dead and got burred...
This made commotion on the child within,
Butterflies have appositely term thin;
Why don't we, at least, in our stories give,
Greater life-span and make them to long live...
26 January 2022
Categories:
foreteller, self, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Oracles sleek and black
Feathered crowds
Among the trees,
They gather in murders,
Raucous, squawking,
Waking us to
Half formed dreams of chaos.
Yet legends respect them -
Symbols of death,
Tricksters and thieves,
But clever enough
To fashion tools,
To recognize humans
By their features,
While we are cannot
Tell one crow from another.
Aboriginal ancestors
And thieves of fire,
Harbingers of rain,
Sacred ancestors of
Hindu and protector of
The Buddhist Dharma,
Foreteller of the Dalai Lama.
How we limit our perception
When we hear only their noise.
Categories:
foreteller, appreciation, bird, nature, perspective,
Form: Free verse
In Punxsutawney, a cute little feller
is a slick, and precocious foreteller
Phil predicts with his nose
But the tip of it froze!
He used an icepick to clear out his smeller!!"
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Punxsutawney Phil Contest: 1/19/15
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
foreteller, funny, , cute,
Form: Limerick
The last mythological muse
Urania, muse of astrology
Foreteller of the future
By the stars array
Dressed in a cloak
Embroidered with stars
Holding a globe in her left hand
Always looking to the heavens
a goddess of universal love
And possessed with the holy spirit
The Renaissance Urania
Was muse to the Christian poets
And still gazed to the heavens
But saw God amongst the stars
Categories:
foreteller, historymuse,
Form: I do not know?