Long Prognosticator Poems

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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Sans sixth (psychic) sense...
poise zen dystopian rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
United States storied republic, 
which alarming horror 
points to instantaneous annihilation
of America the beautiful;
(ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic...

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Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...

The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find...

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Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate

within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once...

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat...

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FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY

If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could...

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FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY

If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could...

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What Fallen Apple Dare One Take Sweet Bite

What value an oracle that denies
Time and Fate both join to join, to create
rich dessert with man's miserable lies
and dish it all up on a dirty plate.

What steady...

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a frustrated young individual
born of the late 20th century
sat down in their favorite cafe
buried in a borough of the big apple
with cigarette in hand & 
a little memo book---
with coffee & cigarettes following each other
one...

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Many patterns appearing within grasp these few months avoiding them like hurdles cuz they reach into my depths to much
expanding and evolving, scaling my thoughts, weighing 1,2, or 3 tons just mathematical coincidence, sends me...

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Some have regarded you as a prognosticator.
Others have considered you a prevaricator.
How far into the future can one person see?
Could you really see what was coming in the sixteenth century?

With your poetic passages known as...

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URBAN REMOVED

i m not one of those poets
one of those alpha-posing, super-imposing
inner-urban closing poets
who prattle to infinity
in unscripted and useless rhymes
clean air in no time
leaving none repast

i m not one of those poets
one of those...

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A Shadorma


Arthur’s lot
memory of myth
it’s never
been proven
legend, myth, reality
will we ever know?

The truth lay
buried but not at
Tintagel
perhaps it’s
elsewhere or perhaps he was
not really a king...

Maybe a
farmer or trader?
Tin miner,
a genius,
great mind within his own time?
it...

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Wandering through the crystalline mists, 
is truly a revelation.
Dreamers merely dream, 
but seers roam misty, dark realms, 
to find the truths, which others would hide.

The swirling fog forms;
takes its sweet time.
 I seek clarification;
Fog only...

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The eve of the hog

T'is the eve of the hog
And I'll sleep like a log
For tomorrow's the day
When the hog comes to say 
What the weather will be
For the rest of the year 

I shudder...

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Coffee and Consternation

karmic confusion
bitter wreckage of the past
a vicious wind


Cardinal’s pay cut
today’s second collection
Palm Sunday


a note to the Pope
leadership by example
SELL THE HAT


The Little Red Hen
reopening her kitchen
now hiring


Atlas once shrugged
now he throws up his...

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She is a scryer, a seer, prognosticator;
but no crystal ball for her...no.
She uses her blue eye instead;
a dragon’s eye.

Found in an inactive volcano,
former dragon’s lair;
three thousand years of age 
still unmarred,
still functioning.

Revealing
past, present and future;
hiding...

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