Long Augury Poems
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SAD is very, very sad
Consuming food-like items daily
Soon we're doing bad
Jiving around, living life vaguely
Clear vision is what's missing
Stumbling and falling day and night
Our beautiful health we're dismissing
And slowly but certainly we're losing our sight
Three squares a day, I heard them say
There must be breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Getting a few snacks too, the American way
But so many are losing, so who's the winner?
Excess sodium and added sugar
Covertly, life becomes more imbalanced
Anger increasing and love is meager
Over life becomes more calloused
High-fat dairy, red meat, and cancer-forming
We blindly play in debauchery
Living for opulence but we're harming
While this sordid path illuminates an ominous augury
SAD is so sad
Eating loads and loads of CRAP
FOOD is being ignored and the world is going mad
Being caught in a pen, a slothful trap
I don't want a Standard American Diet
I want to be a Healthy-American-Powerfully-Progressing-Yonder.
Turtles
Augury of ancient
Chinese mythology,
Mentions divine turtles,
Turtle shells,,,,
Defy augur's abilities !
On the back of turtle,
Stands volcano Island Bali,
Two snakes on sides,
If go weak in aim,
Earth quakes !
Yabuti donated
A fire to man,
Trickster or justice helper !
Bedawang a turtle
Carries elephants,
Holds earth on his back !
Shells on Samurai swords,
Signify bravery!
Leatherbacks and hawksbills,
Beautiful Sea turtles,
Heroes in music,
Arts and music stars!
Eat up plastics,
Taking for jellyfishes!
Switch off your lights,
Clean up the beach,
For Turtles nesting,
Save and help grow,
Celebrate world turtles day!
Written on 18/7/14
Contest- Turtles
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan
Ranked 6th
One fateful day,
a lovelorn gentleman
walks into
a descending elevator
with a lady
with whom he finds
very attractive.
A once in a lifetime
opportunity!
A sliver of attraction
seemed palpable
from her end, too.
Pleasantries
were mumbled;,
the ice cracked
but didn't break.
Their smiles
were telling;
an augury
of what could've been.
The elevator parts
like Moses parted
The Red Sea,
and so did they.
Out she went,
walking far
out of sight,
but not out
of the man's mind.
What she said,
and what he heard
was a blur.
He's regretful
as the chance
to reintroduce
himself;
perhaps ignite
a spark of romance,
has passed him by.
Date written and posted: 06/27/2018
Written: July 23, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Quote: "There are gentle touches that remind the soul how fragile it has always been." By Poet
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Tremulous dawn drips through the lattice,
a lapidary light that swathes the room
in citrine silence—
yet even here, amid sedate scriptorium calm,
the walls start their quiet sunder.
Not the wanton wrecking-ball,
not the truculent ordinance of overt ruin—
but the sapient, serendipitous wooing
that treads orchid-light across an inviolate floor.
A patina of gentling,
a furtive augury that the impregnable
is never as adamantine as it claims.
A beam buckles—
and something in me buckles with it.
The katabatic abyss widens
in the marble edifice
and in the psyche,
a shared gossamer grid spreading
through plaster and pulse alike.
The collapse is circumspect,
a mellifluous malignancy of tenderness
that pinions both edifice and toughness
with the same tremulous touch.
Even the sacrosanct rafters
—Tuscan arches, hortensia frescoes,
ochre patina of archaic iron tether—
start to sway,
and my thoughts sway with them,
their once-ruby-lotus resolve
now cerulean edge cleaved,
squelched by soft insistence.
A whimper in the joists
echoes a whimper in the chest.
A sedate sashay of dust;
mirrors the silken saunter of doubt.
The synergy is unmistakable:
each gentle stroke against the wall
evinces a stroke against the mind,
each frolicking fissure in the façade
summons a fissure in the heart.
Demolition by soft touches—
the lucid quietus,
the quiet debacle,
the wanton velleity of tenderness
that dismantles the impregnable
brick by breath,
beam by sigh,
until the whole edifice
—outer and inner—
sneaks inward as an ouroboros
consuming its serene façade
and the psyche that believed
it was inviolate.
In the finale,
the rubble is not only stone.
It is kenopsia,
hiraeth,
the sacrosanct self
rendered scree by gentleness.
A serendipitous synergy of ruin,
where the physical demolition
and the emotional collapse
are one ordinance,
one augury,
one soft, sapient sunder.
It must have happened in the night.
In the backyard, a pair of men’s shoes.
They loll now,
mouths agape and concussed.
Crows are pecking at the shoelaces.
Rain-fish splash into the uppers
bobble and plash inside leather throats.
The shoes have gained weight since dawn,
They’re water-logged by the drenching.
They cannot now be carried off
by small wet dogs, or ground hogs.
Were they abandoned,
or is this a more sinister augury?
I imagine two pale feet,
awaiting to be discovered
in another part of town.
I confess these fears to the officer;
he assures me these feelings
are quite normal.
Winds of Autumn, breathless, weave joy through the vibrant hues of sun-kissed leaves, rustling, whispering good-bye to the passions of summer, who lingers in the morning sunlight, laughing, embracing, touching thoughts with kindness and wonder ~ quote by poet
Dancing through the gasp of September
Touching silence with tenderness that brings serenity, quiet
Lush, graceful oaks, pines and birch sing praises, gentle lessons
Trembling in the melancholic poetry, risking tears in lavish intimacy
Thundering, wrestling with the raucous storm
Rain hammers the earth, rhythmic dreams pouring out hope, inspiration
Risking every desire for flaming passions, hunger for ambitious gusts
Miracles arise from October dew, sliding over ginger pumpkins, burnt
Beneath shadows of graceful sighs, mouthing praises, worship
Hearts lifted to God’s light, adoring
Whimsical wishes hesitate on the spirit, wrestling with winter augury
Grieving summer joy, crunching leaves predict the indifference of cold
Frosty mornings soothe with crisp shadows
Darkening, mystery tempting the enigmatic conclusion of harvest
August 21, 2022
Using Constance La France's Fragmented Spaces (CREATED FORM)
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Written August 21, 2022
Entered contest: August 28, 2022
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
I scry through time with a crystal sphere
Asking of it my future, both far and near
Yet, the images I see were dismally unclear
(It should go without saying that I am not a seer)
I saw a black dog and it's rather cute
It doesn't bark though, perhaps it's mute?
Its silky coat shines like freshly ironed suit
Is it time to do the laundry? I do not compute
Then I saw an owl flying over my house
That's great! I hope it'd prey on the mouse
Who invaded my dresser and chewed on a blouse
The most expensive one too, that dreadful louse!
It then displayed my room, and zoomed in on my bed
Where someone had left on the pillow an old, felt hat
I tap on the hard dome, starting to get mad
Couldn't it bring a sign that can be more easily read?
Finally, it shattered, the infernal ball
I've been scammed! It couldn’t see the future after all
To aerate, babble and procrastinate
decluttering man cave rubbish
welcoming this temperate
(Billy me) idle March thirtieth
tooth house sand nineteen
eventually to accomplish
sorting thru lifetime
worth miscellaneous
papered material former
rainforest, I banish
to the shredder repurposing
once upon a time
stately majestic humongous
dignified cub billed bearish,
yet stern silent taskmasters
razed forest mongers left blemish -
fueling the roaring engines
of western civilization
paper products service
material world feeding bookish
appetite, sans (ironic
knotty twist) printed
hot off the press bulletins,
bestsellers inform boyish
wordsmith, how vast
treeless tracts hasten
global abomination, chopping
degradation, lamentation... brownish
blotches encompass inert naked,
torchered, and zapped
originally pristine realms
overrun by sawyers brutish
Paul Bunyanesque (sporting
as good) fellas carved
cleared, and cropped enormous
swaths back when bullish
intruders displaced indigenous
peoples crowing manifest destiny
as mantra to appease expansionist
predilection frenzied cultish
zero sum game to annex
unbroken wilderness promulgating
feverish gold rush to demolish
wantonly scorching Earth,
whereby present day burgeoning
population irrevocably establish
ruination ushering ominous augury
permeating mine mortal mutterings.
all we do is talk about the weather
in our own cellar language
and I want to accept
the truism of your perceptions
mainly to untangle the plot
but I ponder through seasons of augury
the intent of seven sisters
is perilous like tangent lines
and turns us into oblivious receivers
overcome by the haunting remorse
myths are lost with quiet humility
in another rebirth of blue moon
the uncontrollable power of destruction
is slowly getting into our penetrable thoughts
and strangely I'm your artificial hero
god lowered by the stage machinery
the elemental barricade of transitional gateways
even your tormented vision of love
dancing through the fourth dimension
we're chasing the unstable happiness
fighting the wakefulness of irrational age
we're awakened in self-sacrifice universe
born under the sign of the rabbit
we're expecting the divine intervention
by precise creation of water and metal
we collapse to each other as weeks go by