The mind creates forewarnings
That the heart chooses to ignore
Just to have the feeling of being adored
The butterflies in the belly
Has the ambience that is exceptional
But doesn’t make you qualified
For the journey straight ahead
Don’t you see the caution signs
That are blinking blood-red
There is a threat
Can’t you smell the scent of death
Solicitation of a place that is bare
Certainly there is no hope
An invitation of anxiety
When the other has files
Marked confidential
The information is essential
One should know their partner’s credentials
Love is a mirage
Love is hazardous
Beware with caution
Categories:
forewarnings, anxiety, betrayal, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
It’s going to blow.
The saxophone sexuality
of a volcanic slumber
has become a thundering in our hearts.
We feel it in the thigh of being
and in the strung valleys
of elbows and knees.
Olives groves and vineyards
tremble in their green dreams.
Village churches stumble
over their stone steps.
Black bedecked widows
plead their prayers under the clamor
of evermore strident bells.
Forewarnings rumble everywhere,
molten threats menace,
hazards hover,
hang and heap upon our heads.
The quaking cone seems nearer.
We tread water upon fretful tracks
the land leans,
is less latched together,
leavers and the lost
move more slowly
wading through
the darkling dust of history,
Imagining now the terraced hills
already sliding to the sea.
Categories:
forewarnings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Failure is with us every day
telling us to go for it on fourth and one;
more and more that’s done;
we listen to failure smiling cynically
as he whispers temptations in our ears.
You’d recognize the guy,
You’ve seen him lingering near,
first cousin to Mayhem on TV,
there’s a strong family resemblance.
But forewarnings don’t enhance
self-protective good sense
for the lot of us hooked on football games
as we urge our favorites on
to one more squeeky win
as the clock runs down to zero zed.
It’s just the same with soccer fans.
C’mon man! What more do you need
to recognize Failure’s hold?
You saw the game: that field goal
that hit the pole and then bounced off
the crossbar inches short of a score
was Failure giving us, all of us, the finger.
So now you’re an Eagle fan?
Take heed, man, Failure will linger.
Can downed Eagles hibernate? Bears can!
Categories:
forewarnings, america, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Joan Of Arc
I loved my country, my brethren more dearer
Saved my country from onslaughter of the wicked
In the deadliest of nights by forewarnings of gods
The gaping elders blessed their valorous commander
The enemies dwarfed by a power more gigantic.
The mutual protection of my divine guardians and I
For a country that nurtured and nourished peace
Harmony of my kingdom above all to be protected
Thwarted we with vengeance the trespassers
Lured to our throne and drooling for crown.
Thundering aliens brainwashed the pristine
Dragged and whipped me in a celebratory cry
Froze I on the stake as Jesus on the cross
Tall flames to purification as I reached salvation
Patriots decried while betrayers quipped damnation.
No regrets no disdain, I loved my country true
I no sorceress, I know no witchcraft, nor an angel I
Endeavoured on a path whispered by heavens
Mary heard His message, so did I
One the Blessed, One the Cursed!
September 18, 2015
Contest: Joan Of Arc
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
forewarnings, allusion, betrayal, blessing, god,
Form: Narrative
She blazoned in profusion
sour braids stained
by years of catastrophe
macabre salutations evolve
become libidinous farewells
upon the handsome black boughs
lie wicked forewarnings
sheathed within
pseudo-identification
Categories:
forewarnings, life,
Form: Verse