I hate good-byes.
There is nothing good
in them.
They are too permanent.
Ominous par excellence.
I said good-bye
to a friend once,
never saw him twice.
No, there is nothing good
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
ominous sirens
a long loud scary whistle
racing to the scene
No one knows from whence they came
No one knows their names
But there are microscopic “men”
Computing thots inside my brain
Androgenous android nanotechnology
Sent nanoprobes into my ear lobes
They’re nameless, shameless, from the unknown
Making my skull their new home
They’re like lice eating my mind
Foretelling my doom in good time
Storing my memories in Morse code
Transforming them into strange songs
Translating them into what’s right and wrong
After a many a long years
One returns to my ear
Slips thru the Eustachian tube
Used earwax like it was lube
Stopped at the edge like it was a door
His feet on my skin like it was the floor
For the first time saw the real world
And faintly whispered...
“What the...?”
She had been in a frenzy all week
Something weird was happening, she could not speak
She climbed in, and heard a tiny squeak
was it her nerve endings? They were at their peak
Her hair went haywire, her complexion was gray
She felt like a train had traveled over her all the way
Relaxing in a tub was not working out that day
Something horrible was about to come her way
Was it fairytale wishes that come in threes,
or curses that bring you to your knees?
Does that gentle, warm summer breeze
blow through bodies that hang from trees?
Does it waft the tinkle of a wedding bell
or the howling hounds of Hell?
ominous missive
you will be next in red ink
recipient cringed
As I sit here
I can hear a broken clock
Tick..
Tock...
Tick..
Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before
The constant motion from both its hands,
has started to make me sick.
intrusive thoughts begin to creep
slithering like a serpent
Through my mind
The ticking has stopped as
Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.
The last sound I heard was that broken clock
Tick...
Tock ..
Tick...
ebony owl light
warning howl of gray wolf pack
ominous nightfall
Snowy-like fog surrounded morning daybreak
You could see it to the east past the fence lines
My oak trees looked ethereal; ghostly almost
A great day for a funeral; I thought and wished I hadn’t.
The ominous feeling did not disappear until after breakfast.
I was starting to feel normal when I heard sirens.
I find no solace in the stars
They're no longer shining bright
Without a trace without a light
The cold embrace of the night
Under ominous onyx skies
There's no longer new stars born
I ever vow I'm ever sworn
Forever now my heart is torn
Crashing tides, a relentless assault,
Bitter cold winds, a chilling jolt.
Faces slapped by nature's icy hand,
Entities from the deep, a sinister band.
Waves rise with a thunderous might,
Like demons dancing in the pale moonlight.
Each gust of wind, a haunting wail,
As the ocean's grip tightens, a ghostly tale.
In the abyss, dark forms arise,
Silent whispers, echoing demise.
Deep entities with a grip so cold,
Dragging towards a final resting fold.
Salt-laden air, taste of despair,
A struggle against forces, ruthless and unfair.
Yet within the chaos, a defiance stirs,
A resilience against fate as hope recurs.
A loud crack of thunder echoes close by
A flash of lighting darts across the sky
Ocean waves start dancing like in a club
Ominous dark clouds thicken high above
Smoke begins to rise among the multitude of trees
The air quality is not good I start to wheeze
Sounds of sirens fill the night air
The forest has exploded into flames too much to bear
Like a scene out of a disaster movie, only I am in it
Time to gather up some things ready to split
In my mind, I know everything will turn out fine
One thing I know I will never forget is this moment in time
sailed into the pirate moon, is what we did,
South of the Indies with that whipper boy kid.
our clipper ship was bound toward Jamaica now
We would get there somehow, none of us knew how
the moon was frightening, the clouds were disappearing fast.
The only sounds were snoring, I lay down beside the mast.
An ominous night, frightening, swallowed up by this moon.
I heartily prayed that I might be shakened awake soon.
Ominous
Morning sky warning:
calm waters are misleading;
the sailors fear not.
I thought, “Why don’t they turn back,
avoiding calamity?”
Beware, Christian, rise up, awake;
listen full well for each mistake.
Deceptive, spirits are opaque.
Ominous rival, shady snake.
Label yourself by Christ’s own name
Light, Truth and Joy dare to proclaim.
Menacing one will bring you shame,
try to convince you God’s to blame.
What’s really dark appears as bright
wrong appears right and black seems white.
Refining flames you must ignite;
don’t let the devil block your light.
Have you taken God’s name in vain?
Are you a “Christian” for your gain?
Do you waffle, debate, complain?
Temptation can smear your campaign.
Stand firm in faith and gain control
Make truth and peace your first patrol.
Foreboding threats can’t take your soul
Christ’s righteousness, your only goal.
Pray often, pray in the Spirit;
speak boldly and use God’s toolkit
to brand that snake as the culprit
Reflect God’s grace, grow in it.
March 25, 2023
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