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Sing of smart finds, sing of clear poise;
Indulge that feel, indulge that thought;
Niche steady mind, niche clever choice;
Grace ever heals, grace designs lot;
Apply bold wit, apply firm face;
Peace of mind brings, peace of heart glows;
Opt for kind fit, opt for firm trace;
Risk a sure fling, risk a grand show;
Expose your fate, expose your time.
Feed a good score, feed a grand mood;
Invoke fine date, invoke bold rhyme;
Feed laughter more, feed senses good;
Taut posture tells, taut language bares;
Yes augurs well, yes describes fare.
Leon Enriquez
10 December 2014
Singapore
Roman priests practiced divination
as a means of prophesying the future
they'd plunge a dagger into a temple dove
and eviscerate the living bird.
Then they'd examine the entrails,
especially their livers, for omens,
believing that the Gods would reveal what was
going to occur in the immediate future through such signs.
These readings would both bewilder and fascinate the curious
onlookers, when the augurs would raise their scarlet hands
and announce their awaited predictions.
The remaining doves would get released in a whirling mass
forming a vortex of flapping wings and feathers,
their direction of flight
also an indicator of divine communication.
Nobles would often bribe augurs for favorable predictions
to inspire their soldiers before battle.
These divinations were taken very seriously in ancient times.
It's said that Julius Caesar's death was prophesied by augurs,
and Caesar's adversary, Senator Cato, committed suicide
after he received an unfavorable reading.
(Free Verse)
6/16/2018
L—ife starts with universal creation
I—n due course, producing humanity
F—ighting our way, through civilizations
E—ach step we take, augurs calamity
S—till here we are, without reason, and why!
M—any believe religion, gives balance
Y—et my search continues, pie in the sky
S—eeking answers up here, quite a challenge
T—odays biggest mystery, deals with death
E—ternity’s, so difficult to grasp
R—ight now this second, is all that we get
I—ncredibly already, it’s gone past
E—asy way to figure out life, just don’t
S—imply outrageous to think that, I won’t!
Lifes mysteries Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
08/12/2020 syllable checked 10x14
How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I taste the air
around my lungs,
reaching for divinity
a lone sparrow
that carries
a sacred missive,
in a perfect language
words that spoken together
stir hearts as one,
bringing all
to a place of knowledge
immovable
but traveling fathoms,
only ever touching
on the profound
never
(too much too soon)
Augurs will pronounce
peace to multitudes,
as in the opened wings
of a dove,
the first scribe of truth
lets one feather fall
the first contact
in the language
of the birds
was pure silence
that marked the depths
trilling a passage
to peace
Flow with the stream, merging to the river gone awry.
The vivid fantasy I'm invested in thwarting rhymes.
The woodland, as foreseen, had no limit to the sky.
Allow for beautiful breathing; I miss parts of my times.
We're almost there with the Cupid of Love's spearhead.
Though the flow of zest seems to be evident, it is not true.
Shadow augurs the onset of first glow; the dawn show head
Warm and peaceful, fond of the wet branches that pursue.
Nature sighs softly as people join and those who yearn.
The white silk robe was draped over the luscious foliage.
I prefer to express my energy via harmony and yarn.
Nature, not spoilage, gave valleys a vast range.
Trees benefit our health by being alert, alive, and helpful.
The combination of air, dew, and grass creates a sense of bliss.
As a fervent believer and reaper, Praise the Sky entrust is vital.
The natural landscape soothes me, and I can unwind in peace.
The most thoughtful person who strives in the face of misfortune.
Even though nature envelops vastness.
Things have improved vastly now as the ego has been gone.
Heaven, bereft of time, reverberates with beautiful richness.
God provides all we need; our hearts only want the finest.
The contrast between land and sky creates a hybrid in nature.
Let us sleep peacefully, enjoying the landscape at night.
We wanted serenity, so we went back to the creator.
Written: May 25, 2021
All Yours (Jun 23) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Plagued by incandescent ferments I grapple zealously,
with tower blocks of titan topsoil myriads,
and melange of eccentric foibles,
considered by some to be a minus,
but without this composite what is my real nature?
reflection on a manifest mettlesome being,
leaden skewed traffic jam’s tailback of relative prospect,
normalcy a supernatural synonym,
apperception fringed by lambent twinkling,
that tantalising twirl of clustered countless spirits,
quirk-some inklings seem a weakness,
whilst chasing galaxy of plus point,
self-ostracised by atypical apparently conflicting plethora,
grave as in shadow id, tombstone stark exit but salutary motto,
etched eerily by one staunch depiction,
on catalytic other form of self,
unresolved human traits in multiples,
indicative of lack, lack of bearing?
me that nutrient rich plot that has,
this wondrous green blade potential compass,
me as sumptuous summer gust freshener,
of inner coastal home philosopher’s dwelling,
me an endless random version,
of charcoal midnight gleeful ghost,
blithely skimming chimney tops on deep quest,
yet nascent dawn usher lurks within,
augurs well for that sound ultimate coexistence,
despite an underbelly of niggling doubt
Hopefully I’m kind
at heart but rare traits might just
scupper thoughtful aim
The earth got suddenly bereft of all life,
With a morose dullness so palpable and rife.
A tint of greyness crept over heaven’s vault.
All movements came to a freezing halt.
The wall clock didn’t toll the midday hour.
The babies no more blabbered but did glower.
The hen didn’t cackle after laying the egg.
The earth for some benevolent mercy seemed to beg.
The birds on trees at noon didn’t twitter,
And the foliage of leaves didn’t flutter.
No music came out from the well strung fiddle.
The telephone sat silent on its cradle.
Nature seemed to have lost half its mirth.
A mournful silence overpowered the earth.
Suddenly shattering the ominous silence,
Gun shots were heard from a distance.
The siren screamed many times, long and loud,
Announcing curfew on unsuspecting ears wild.
Behind the façade of a deceptive calm,
No one suspected the threat of a fierce storm.
The dumb presages of Nature, who can read?
A language mysterious, that only augurs heard.
What horrors in cosmic layers are concealed!
Through augur’s lens, future incidents are revealed.
Antiestablishmentarian inherent malevolent violence
wracks human species, a most brutish and nasty beast.
An embittered nihilistic teenager
grown haggard and old,
hence not surprisingly yours truly
crafts pseudo dystopian reasonable rhyme.
An evangelized atheistic adherent,
I aver evolutionary theory
posits prelapsarian Eden
of astonishing plentitude
gone to hell in a handbasket.
Ever since human species stood erect
exhibiting prehensile appendages did allow
cupped fingers upon brow,
whereat vista unveiled to succor chow.
Dawn of consciousness begat
superstitious vagaries daunting
present day Democrat
and/or Republican to issue fiat
denouncing extremist militant uprising
raging across Capitol Hill habitat.
2021 presidential inauguration
today January twentieth
(broadcast right now)
augurs horrific repeat January sixth,
when bedlam and mayhem
rocked Washington District of Columbia,
where hoodlums ran amuck lionizing violence.
Lawlessness bled constitution white
marauding bands of hooligans
bombarded, desecrated, fueled,
harmed, jackknifed, leveled, nailed,
pummeled, rioted, terrorized, vandalized...
with glee and spite
yielded windfall regarding
headline grabbing newsnight
motley film crews recorded
gangsters scaling storied height
(cue spiderman/woman)
think rescuers quick
as greased lightning they did alight.
If only real and/or
fictional life action heroes/heroines
came to the rescue
to avenge forces of evil,
where virtue dispensed,
and trumpeted courtesy better angels.
Meanwhile indefatigable defenders
of human rights
dole out just desserts
upon the heads
of self styled lawless brigands
militaristic thugs hell bent
to wreak havoc
upon cradle of liberty
including complex edifices
linkedin and embody
blood, sweat and tears
of freedom fighters
arrayed against merciless
demonic forces upending
foundation upholding enshrined
nearly divinely inspired principles
quantum leaps since
early man/woman trod
across terrestrial firmament.
I experienced exhilaration
upon witnessing confirmation
genuflection, liberation, restitution
espoused by Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.
forty sixth president of United States.
Ominous Foreboding Augurs...
Innocuously incubated kindled
imperceptible dire strait
restlessness like tinder
with pinterest Deutsche agitate
barreling like a freight
train running so much
faster than an eight
track uber twittering,
rumbling, quickening and inculcate
dissension among dissolute
rabble rousers, who
do obediently initiate
rank and file will not abate,
boot re:reed out (bus) soon,
thence coalesces into ablegate
insidious encroachments
no longer patiently await...
ideal conditions to hatch
schism within parched
soil perfect for hate
mongers of democracy
breeds anarchy to facilitate
chaos, which quickly spreads
like kudzu, or wildfire Arson
Welles immediately forcing leader
of free world to abnegate,
(heard to trumpet "FORGET
THE WALL" mate),
(despite being caught in his
pink frilly underwear), to late
for Mar a Lago escape, where
formerly great wealth did
pool lightly coagulate
elite class heard faint stir of echoes,
then earsplitting clangorous louder
than an ICBM din (er bell)
rent asunder forcing
freedom of "FAKE
MEDIA" to abdicate
all the while pointing beringed
index finger to accentuate
his Taj Mahal ululation
interspersed veni, vedi,
veci stopping for spate
to coif (died in the will)
hirsute and aerate
said wind swept hairdo
pausing every now and again to snap
selfie portraits, plus
instagram loved ones to alleviate
that pompous, outsize,
and humongous ego fast deflate
ting into a shriveled up POTUS
float hissing boilerplate
hot airy premature ejaculations,
he would not capitulate
(sooner be rocketed
to Pyongyang and cell bate
good times with Kim
Jong-un to emasculate!
I now absolve myself
that aforementioned jest,
a tongue in cheek diatribe belies
my means to predict any forecast,
yet if any resemblance
of chance events
materializes between
my pablum childishness at best
there could arise fruitful market
for kitsch sheen collectors items
high as Mount Everest!