Long Prescience Poems

Come post presidential election 2024... 

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality, 
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing...

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“Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. 
The most exact calculator has no prescience that somewhat incalculable 
may not balk the very next moment. I am constrained every moment 
to acknowledge...

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Beware the wrath of the Northern Polar boogie man, 
The Anti-Clause, a legendary beast of nightmarish voracity,
From folklore mythology, a dark creature of demonic prowess,
Lurks in the hidden shadow realm, in a freezing forbidden zone,
Of...

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Argh! Oh no for dog's sake...
Uneasy thoughts commander in chief...

Will be elected president
(putative tsar of United States
forever long he lives)
until... he abdicates faux
official crown to Jared Kushner
will be handily elected
Tuesday November 3rd, 2020.

Said foreboding intimation
insinuates,...

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Google Maps told me today
that my Phoenix to Tucson drive
would last an hour and fifty-seven minutes.
At excactly two-nineteen I would arrive.

But surely it is folly to assume
How could Google get this right?
Even with up to...

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An angelic figure glides among the damned
One who is not quite angel, yet not quite so much as human
More like something in between the lines of both barely hanging onto the title
With eyes that paralyze,...

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notification of fire evacuation 
     slated to occur 
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours 
     of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
 
that direct object heave ving, 
     pro noun sub bull,...

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Deep breath
          Let it out, carry the blight
                  ...

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Lost, to the darkness, deep ...

This bleak sojourn I have made times on end,
dipping my eyes to the dreadful forms that mock me,
a maelstrom of words spinning my mind,
to pinch off the oppressive stench of...

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Conation

Have you tilted the axis
on a new tomorrow
Have you changed with intention
— the direction of time

(The New Room: February, 2024)



Round Peg — Square Holes

The poetry of mathematics
— oxymoronic at best

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)





Robert The Bruce

War is...

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Cool walks nowhere it shouldn’t be, 
Movement to there, and back over, where else,
Cool does not need to take the bull by the horns,
Cool convinces the massive beast the best direction.

Cool gives without measure, strength...

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In our scientific
secular
sometimes ecological
paradigms

We speak
and feel monocultural solitude
versus polycultural amplitude

Colonizing internal dry complexities
versus creolizing moist outside chaos
decomposing uncreative tensions
lack of creative intentions

Meanwhile,
within our gospel choirs
sacred
systematically theological
polytheistic 
and polyphonic 
transubstantiating polynomially 
equipoised poetic
polytheistic paradigms
expressing timeless robust...

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Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time 
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with 
velvety laces    
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap...

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I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I peeped through the lens,
Of my conscience, my acme!

The future is...

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Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me

How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
  --All I know is...

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Might We Ever…
            by Odin Roark

Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness to imagine
Beyond expectant physical endurance

Understand
The amount of protected experience
Folded into...

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I looked at my owl cup and this dribbled off my pen:

 

                      ...

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The fleeting moments could never distill your eternal essence, yet thy shadow lingers to caress the lofty words 
inscribed on doled heart. Time was abridged by thy unappreciable presence. With an incalculable prescience 
thou did sculpt...

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I found myself, a lifeless corpse, finally, at the end of the line ~ mocking humanity
The warmth of the sun drawing my days to a close, once more ~ from, such, this great length of...

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The baby laughs and looks into her mother’s eyes,
I see a little bit of Heaven.
Children wait with excitement as their father opens a present,
I see a little bit of Heaven.
The young girl makes a sloppy...

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mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience.

global village voice - a dialect of babel

the poetry slam - pen viva voce
inherent bloodline - curdle into nepotism

Atlanta's Oliver Hardy
so pretentious and somewhat lardy,
had a sidekick,bungling,but thin
both silently,still bring...

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     actuality …

begins or ends ...
          with moments of twilight
            ...

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Mother Wit

It chooses to whisper
Having endured shouting decades
Feigned listening
Maelstrom's noise

Left behind
Is but a parade
Just married tin cans
Tied to mankind's bumper

How circular the process

Sitting atop time's tree house
This place of early discoveries
Where dos and don'ts became...

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What star in illusions light cometh
and I should then break apart
in studious form
some rule or consequence of law
define it

Perchance then to assume
some circuits motherboard
and tinker in creations form
with the platonic patrons of electronic

Should I spill...

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To explore the best moments, every moment,
of a story perpetually unfolding,
becoming a painted canvas; "The Sea of Memory."
To feel the cool spray of boys splashing
grand waves against the warm bank of a muddy pond.
To touch...

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