Lots of forewarning
Fair steadfast of the Lord
New in the morning.
Categories:
forewarning, faith, gospel, meaningful, truth,
Form: Haiku
Brilliant start will depart
with storm, tempest fermenting.
Red at dusk fomenting,
brewing, red sky delight!
Cheers folks! Let's party!
Categories:
forewarning, day, weather,
Form: Verse
Tomorrow hovers, an uncertain ghost
trying to recall how to haunt.
The calm is over, the leafy drape dropped.
Beyond the window
sparrows are digging trenches,
feathered preppers pecking on the edge
of a dim and looming sunset.
November peeks out
from under a russet and smoky skirt,
It is losing its color
turning into a pale harbinger,
beckoning us into darker dreams.
The climate is finding its ice roots,
it spooks the blood.
Time to shake out the woolens,
those bullet proof garments of winter.
Tomorrow is coming
and it is pulling the dead
behind it.
Categories:
forewarning, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Beware the frustration,
the ultimate complication
of the premarital affair.
written July 24, 2021
Categories:
forewarning, conflict,
Form: Tristich
12/5/20
Forewarning
It's only morning
But my day starts off far from boring
Usually up by 6 AM, not snoring
Weather getting colder or warming
Clouds in the sky forming
Soon to be storming
Thundering, and pouring
Nearby rapids that continue roaring
Birds in the sky soaring
Above houses with wooden or tile flooring
She acted like she was adoring
Then quickly was ignoring
Meanwhile I kept exploring
And scoring
Originating from the sourcing
As folks were still warring
It's rather abhorring
Did not get it done or was performing
My energy depleting and restoring
As time continues coursing
I found this life rather rewarding
Folks starving or gorging
Staying silent or reporting
Didn't always go according
To plan, but my own path I was always forging
The temperature scorching
People torching
Over one more thing
It's petty and useless, like hoarding
Did or did not get it in a recording
Was either false or accurate reporting
Against it or supporting
Categories:
forewarning, art, deep, poetry, power,
Form: Rhyme
It came in silence of the night
And almost stilled my heart with fright.
The voice was very low and clear
Saying the name of my only son
Telling me that his life was done.
That night I slept no other wink.
My mind was muddled, I could not think.
I had seen my son that very day.
He was happy and looking well.
What that voice meant, I could not tell.
I called my son when dawn appeared.
I didn't tell him what I'd feared.
"I called to say I love you Son".
Those had not been useless tears I'd cried.
Before another week, my son had died.
Categories:
forewarning, cry, death,
Form: Quintain (English)
Take care, fellow, that you not a cuckold be,
for spring is in the air; the cuckoo sings!
Woo your wife and treat her tenderly.
Flirtatious whims can blossom into flings;
a woman left alone might test her wings!
Note: A cuckold is someone whose
wife has cheated on him.
For Francine Robert's Contest:
Wow Me in Five Lines
Categories:
forewarning, seasons
Form: Quintain (English)