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"Siren Sings Poe Home"
Bells are ringing
Can you hear me singing?
Poe absent, finds his feet
6 feet under snow
Soul is free flying
with black feathery things
Sharp knives slicing the cold
Midnight wings
dancing the Passepied
with the tintinnabulation
of swinging titular poets
Murders of Crows
Christmas comes
Christmas goes
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
Christmas, 2018.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaGBQeJ6SgM
"Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnEUC4eZjjA
Aside from the glorious colours of autumn
It is my least favourite season of all four
It foretells of another Canadian winter just around the corner
I have seen 79 of them
That's 79 too many!
All my life, I've longed to live where
A sweater was the most I ever needed to wear to feel comfortable
Instead of fur lined jockey shorts and mukluks
Fashioned from seal skin
My life long dream has not materialized yet
Still have 20 or more years to go
What do you think my chances are
To live in a warm climate before I reach the magic number 100?
On a scale of “slim” to “a sure bet”
Would you figure it would be somewhere in between
Or as I predict... “a sure bet”
Now that's what most would call extreme optimism
Really, it's only 21 years from now
I call it a done deal!
© Jack Ellison 2014
In the vein of protracted revenge,
The Dark Fire of night will begin.
Scorching all it touches, inducing agony.
Comes a gleeful sneer knowing death will flee.
Mournful living shadows of sheer hopelessness.
They seek their prey among the woefully depressed.
Only the prophetic story of the past foretells nightmares end.
The tomb of torturous hell will violently shake and bend.
The gates are ruptured as a very thin ray of light shines in.
And all of hells kingdom is crumbling from within.
But, which hell is described here?
Is it our own creation of this hell we fear?
It is! For as in our collective conscious, it was created.
Foretelling of this hell to others they become sedated.
Now hell is slowly being destroyed as one by one they leave.
Each found pure love from our Father as they begin to believe.
We partake in the Great sharing of Joyful Love.
It never left us, but it came into us like a dove.
So beloved, please always express your love to our sisters and brothers
For Love is our Law that brings in beauty and joy like no other.
Let’s face it
living here is a lottery of death.
Most countries have their natural perils
but if danger were a horse race
The U.S.A would beat all commers by a head and a neck.
Those early colonists
should have interrogated the natives,
recorded the dire jeopardy of everywhere,
but they were bold and daring and died in their hundreds.
The fauna alone is enough to make you hide under a stone.
Black bears, Brown bears, Grizzly bears, Kodiak bears,
Polar bears……it’s unbearable.
Then there’s the wolves, mountain lions, puma’s, panthers,
enough to make you climb a tall tree and stay there.
Not to mention, but I will,
the alligators, crocodiles, and sharks,
or the rattlers and water moccasins,
also the big or small biting bugs,
sneaky killers all.
O and those interesting, varied, diverse and ever changing climates;
earthquakes, Alaskan tsunami’s, the tornados
and hurricanes, Ice, dust, and snow storms,
Volcano’s, scorching desert death valleys, raging forest Fires.
The many land and rock slides
so many unsettling ways to drown in flash and surging floods.
America I kind of like you, but each day
I roll the dice
just to see if snake eyes foretells of the usual
trouble ahead.
Now we have rampant crime and monkey pox,
there’s always something to harm us
on the way to the hospital.
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Do you hear my voice? I sing with a voice, I did not know I had
I chant a song. I am one of many that hum in the air,
filling the void of the past, in a land of famine and waste.
Here she comes, the seidr-wise woman, long past her fertile years.
She holds her staff, taking her place among the piers
Our music vibrates, solely for her ears.
She sits on her platform, while we sway and dance.
She keeps her eyes locked in hypnotic trance.
High on the platform, she lives in two worlds.
She foretells the future, reaching into the vast.
She is filler of the sound, while seeking the past.
She brings back to the Fjord fish for our tables,
Healing and guiding....she sees what we can't.
As our song quiets down, her voice is a whisper.
Like a far away land, is quite distant, a gasp
Coming from something strange, from something long ago told.
She heals, and has the power…
Sits as mountain of spirit, so bold
The cold offered me, lays out there, far,
among the wasted barren land, and into the stars.
I hear the others chant, as I offer mine
The rain has sent me often songs.
Other ballads the wind brought me.
The waves carried them to shore.
Birds shaped words into tones.
She sways and hears the piercing bird calls.
Sounding like cackling of old hags.
Growing fierce of four legged creatures.
All disorient is the scent of the earth that pours from our mouths.
And talking sound as if from the crowns of trees.
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For Debbie's contest "The Shaman's Way"
Based on Northern European Viking Shamanism
July Joy
July arrives spreading county fair spells
Pink chubby pigs and roan cows with cowbells
Excitement grows in fields and through the dells
Gold medal livestock for new clientele.
Hear the music of the carousel
Take a ride on Ferris wheels air cells
Take a chance on arcade games as well
Knock down all the bottles then ring the bell.
Revel in corn dogs and cotton candy smells
Sweet corn and cakes – prize winning show and tell
Jams and jellies with blue ribbons excel
Crisp green apples coated with caramel.
Rows of prized roses and vases of bluebells
Honorable mentioned quilts shaped like seashells
First place red barn paintings, sunset pastels,
County fairs with fireworks sheer joy foretells.
8-1-22
Contest: Christmas in July or July Celebration
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
the watchmaker’ cogs spring rounds of suspended surprise
mind ticking on overdrive under cover of a magnifying glass
escape wheel in the face of pendulums still for a moment
the dial states its buckled up case has abandoned the rat race
he fastens his craft and his belt in the underbelly of memories
an artisan refusing to send chronographs to the scrap heap of time
a magnifying glass highlights precision and carves his eternal courage
mixes Clock Work Orange Alice in Wonderland and The Little Prince
oblivious to digital corruption as his hands keep nascent nostalgia alive
time foretells from the past because history delivers an infinite message
of eternal oscillations in which standstill is no option as he spins a tale
the craftsman loosens the bezel and hands out minutes and hours
he seems to portray an ancient realm of lost old fashioned causes
and yet modernity calls for reflection for progress and innovation
a personified museum he mends what should never be broken
as reward for his art work he gives us the present and gathers resolve
to cherish long forgotten mastery of guardian recollections and peace
once we listen to the tick tock in silence our journey flows forward
01st July 2020
Live life zealously, it’s an absolute end,
There’s no afterlife and no heaven,
Beyond death, who cares where I’m send,
If it’s hell for me, let it be so my haven!
Ha, I envy them the most who dwell
where ignorance and indifference reign,
They desire no heaven, they fear no hell--
Abode of eternal bliss, pit of endless pain.
Strange yet are the prospects of life;
Does destiny foretells our fate
Or we shape it by our toil and strife?
Alas, no one can firmly state.
The bittersweet fruits of our labor
Here and now in time we must bear,
Of this I am more certain than ever--
A pumpkin seed yields not a pear.
There is no soul’s zenith or nadir,
Death is a fathomless pit, a dead-end--
No heavenly bliss, no hell’s fear,
No one has seen around its bend.
*(Thoth – was an important God/King of the ancient Egyptians who reigned for more than 3000 years. According to legend, he was buried in the great Pyramid of Giza, and when his body was uncovered he was found to be holding an emerald tablet that contained an inscription beginning – “As Above, So Below”)
~08/13/15 -
This poem expresses my beliefs, my faith, my values better than any other poem.
~...Eternity contest by Laura Leiser
I can’t predict what tomorrow will bring
No one can tell what my future will hold
Still I remain full of the joys of spring
I intend to live until I’m quite old!
No one can tell what my future will hold
I’ll face my challenges straight on the head
I intend to live until I’m quite old!
The future foretells one day I’ll be dead
I’ll face my challenges straight on the head
When will my heart stop beating, I don’t know
The future foretells one day I’ll be dead
I’m content with life; I go with the flow
When will my heart stop beating, I don’t know
Still I remain full of the joys of spring
I’m content with life; I go with the flow
I can’t predict what tomorrow will bring
What Will Tomorrow Bring Contest
Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
Inspired by the song Que Sera Sera sung by Doris Day
Each line checked with how many syllables
10 per line
06-27-17
Working late at night,
The seer gazes into time:
Through a water bowl.
In private study,
He trembles in his robe as-
Foresight...fills the room.
Through late night vigils;
Divine splendor set to page:
He foretells of time.
Fanciful visions,
In the countless prophecies;
Bizarre imagery.
One-thousand quatrains,
Layered with lurid details:
Keenly...camouflaged.
Bold...obscure verses,
Flow with brave trepidation:
From a ceaseless quill.
With his astrolabe,
His poetic prophecies-
Speak of disaster.
Visions of dear days,
Recorded on parchment by-
The hand of a sage.