Long Prediction Poems
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The world has not ended though the penitents wait
at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace.
Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate
perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace.
Life is a process, a circular affair
from the time of Roman's predictions have flared
Pope's, pagans and shamans, none have been proved right
Let us all move forward in joy not in fright.
The world has not ended by meteorites fall
though oceans have risen and volcanoes flow.
The ground itself quakes but to no avail
life's bounty on Earth brings an endless tableau.
No planetary alignment ended our days.
No global plague has changed our miscreant malaise.
Truly this watery refuge gifts surprise
as with each nights end the sun doth ever rise.
I love you,
that's not hard for me to say,
its not a prediction, or a reflection, it just is
a motion in my heart's ocean,
an ocean named Odyssey
a color called True For You,
I don't want to hide that from you like sparkle from a jewel,
hiding love is a difficult game,
an invisible flame starving for the fame of your name,
and sometimes love can get lost in the playing fields,
My soul can't wait 'till another lifetime to spark on your's,
my body won't survive the well wishes of Eternity's elasticity,
the gravity of my greed for you will not escape the orbit of obsession,
I can't afford another lifetime, another baptism in Beauty's bemusement,
Time will not outflank my love for you,
graves & guesses, epitaphs & epiphanies would only bruise my passion,
a will power refusing to withstand the winks of the clock towers torment,
the thick wick of my wonderlust must combust now or never,
we need to turn winter into spring,
flip silver into gold,
to make touch our bread,
push pink into red -
J.A.B.
cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything
more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks
away at such juvenile gibberish
and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence
on par with bracts
very much aware that
without recourse to contrivances
delineating the passage of time,
wherever said out
standing invisible essence
which moments lapse just now ago
Now!
no just a moment ago Yaw
that, this or another instant
did without so much as a wow
lapse, and lucky
21st *****Sapiens to vow
and lay claim thee or thou
aware the amorphous ether
one can reefer as a sow
or any other animate or
inanimate direct or indirect object re:
yule lie zing
any analogy, metaphor, simile,
et cetera a poor substitute to pre
sent every second, minute,
hour...that doth nee
dull our attention akin
to banshees, or comparison
to something else
totally tubularly off the wall lee
ving without a trace
only prompt a feeble yet apropos je
ne sais quois, yet even then any primate a he
than (if individual couched in this free
to believe in any religion country, and cre
may shun versus burial predicated
adherence to idea of a soul aie...aye
how write with frustration struggle to affix bye
and bye, some nebulous notion, that doth defy
tis a futile effort to codify, fortify,
identify abstract concepts, whose high
arc key eludes pinpointing a per jai
guru dev, place or thing (ha)...
This is the legend of Jack’s father
and to brag about him Jack won’t even bother
‘cause truth is not a virtue he inherits
and integrity’s a trait beneath his merits
Jack’s father takes the tip off every table
and parks his car in spots for the disabled
yeah Jack knows he’s a gambler and a liar
(not the mentor he was hoping to aspire)
If he can get away with stuff he WILL try
and he’s always at the ready with an alibi
Like the time he told Jack’s mother he’d be working late
when he was out with his mistress on a dinner date
But Jack’s mother’s oh-so-clever in her own way
she tells Jack “your dad will pay the piper someday
his lack of love and character will soon show
and there’ll be nothing of a legend left when he goes."
Her prediction was quite evident that weekend
when Jack’s father tried to steal from his best friend
but he couldn’t out run the Pit bull that was inside
(the neighbors just stood filming him as he cried)
“Oh help me please I’m really not a bad bloke”
but he became the 'butt' of every lame joke
‘cause his rear end bears the scars below his britches
(Jack's mum can't help but smile while doin' dishes)
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an illusion wicked
shatter splinter sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
baby posture soak singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosen
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wed yearnings
no black bumblebees boomerang bombs
rainbow hands bell belly beckoning
Solar flares ignite twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spill splashing space
sodalite sprinkle sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils please pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
accede alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merge in moss musical movement
Justice jump Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posy a present perfection
Dreams deliver dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
The path was long and arduous
And night began to veer
O’er trees, and lanes and rusted gates
Its' shadows breeding fear
Unbridled Wind wisped ‘round
Tombstone crosses where
Hissing its’ frustration
Loudly in despair
It sought to nourish fears
The shadows did create
Searching everywhere to find
It’s soul-less night-time mate.
Moonbeam light kissed the Night
Claiming shadows as their child
Together then in lock-step
They bent on running wild
And there, where he awaited
Their cold inspiring touch
With doctrines of all Evils
Firmly in his clutch
The blackness in his heart,
Thumping ‘neath his frock
Soon it’s rancid maladies
The Wind would there unlock
Thoughts of what’s to come
Then twisted lips to smile
Revealing stained and yellowed teeth
Trapping breath so rank and vile
‘twas then The Prince of Avarice
Rose and stood erect
The world would soon be his
To ravage and infect
His eyes of snake, both bespake
Behind their reptile lids
The embrace of the doctrine
For no Evils it forbids
The Wind increased its’ howling
Icy fingers pushing fro
Arranging fallen hopes
Into a dead rouleau
And you and I so un-suspect
Of pending alchemy
Believing we were safe inside
Cocoons of normalcy.
Our naiveté so firmly grasped
Caused us to belie
The chaos we knew not …
‘twas there, and drawing nigh
As Wind fingers touched him
He yelled out his decree:
“ The Prince of Avarice shall reign
And destroy Democracy!”
His school of ghouls, dunce and fools
Clamored to his side
Greed having won the day
Was about to take It’s ride!
Greed, first blessed the banks
And Wall Street did rejoice
The Prince of Avarice then silenced
All protestor ‘s voice
With lies and propaganda
All fabricated well
Then all the bankers rang
The borrowers death knell
Morgan Stanley, AGI,
Then ‘twas Goldman-Sachs
Raking in what Greed gave out:
Billions in green-backs.
Glutted bankers,
Through laughter Greed had honed
Uncaringly showed the world
A prediction - their prodrome
Of broken dreams, foreclosure schemes
Insuring that which failed
But jobs the cost, as homes were lost
And not a banker jailed.
Beyond opacity of clouds blanketing vast firmament
glowing solar rays expose their celestial commitment
valiantly warming the Earth with bright engagement…
…struggling to prevail in the Tropics over weather that’s inclement.
Reigning sun’s blissful iridescence
vanquishes typhoon-attacks against prediction license
while grace of God* abounds along blessings’ presence…
…wondrously revealing manifold harvests upon great toil’s incense.
Hovering over dense canopy of azure sky
sun power rejuvenates trekkers climbing high
likewise delights children in their kite-fly…
… and prompts me to bid good bye to slothfulness’ sigh.
*1Corinthians 1:4 I thank my God always … for the grace of God which is given … by Jesus Christ.
October 29, 2019
Edited on November 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL 10..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/27/2019.
Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror
And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make—
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities
Music, mindful of our extreme limits
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis
Pharisees grovel
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic
Improvements
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate
The sun stand still, yet run
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward
It so
Sense on the trumpet
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species
in millennia to come
Every day a good day to die
Millions
The present immutable as the past
Up, perfume, soap
Him kill you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves
What do you say now?
Is there anybody who want to foul?
Standing behind and knocking,
Little lady....I see this sparkle rocking,
Life is full of dream,
Can't distinguish the laughter from the scream,
Out from the frying pan...straight to the fire,
Serif stuck to support.....I never mind,
No answer but I'm super,
Have mercy,oh kind!
Life is full of twisting,....I and that lady felt in a deep love,
No money but made each other have,
I was just a dreamer,.....
Questions we both asked,...why this night is not for our two?
Gradually protracted the range of pain from our affection shoe,
Her complexion is beyond the pan of ebony,
It was silly,
Watching her in a magazine!
Liberating men on their gusts is sequentially annihilated by power....But what should I say then?
A prediction propels the phsychologist...
but what is the outcome from that list?
What is the source of inspiration laid under the equilibrium of an action?
A beige model,...thus the life prospects of a solemn speaker.
Endeavoring the downcast,setting pinnacles to catapult those beneath,
what is the supremacy of outcasts limit?
Elude with nothing but a pinched of a capricon's feather....
Rich man sitting in a pub....unconscious of his expense,
A white coloured worker aim at counting even a penny.
It's a secretion to tie many,
Veil the remarks of the low class in society,
Makes an uncovering of their best nasty,
Keep on jeopardizing the honorary of a paupers good motives in building societal ray,
Wax blended with a marble clay.
Yeah!....yeah!
A swampy worms will be their king size bed....
A pinhole camera is before an eye...gonna see,right!
Just an optimal glance welled,
It's branded with a momentum....if Job was shield with the pinion of might.