I ride this wave of fantasy
that sends my desires astir.
What dreams may come
from the spiraling are yet
to vaporize in the stars.
The ebb and flow become
the tide of dysphoria
as I ride this crest of fantasy
to the Cancri netherworld
and I roil from its heat!
My soul aches from the pain
and I search for euphoria
through a new fantastical wave
and find the coolness I seek
in Uranus’ aquamarine comfort.
The white caps are the stars
that move me among the planets,
my energy spinning with the tides;
a maelstrom circling through
whirling and twirling consciousness.
Touring this universe of planets,
I spin through wave after
wave of fantastical,
precognitive dreams, muddled
and muddied as I return to shore.
Categories:
precognitive, confusion, dream, environment, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
The cosmos and the trip to the outer limits was within her grasp.
She was fearless, assuring her relatives it was no big deal.
Of course it was, and she was super thrilled to have been chosen.
They hugged her good-bye as if they would never see her again.
I am just going to Planet X34C she said, laughing at their morbidity.
Upon arrival, the astronauts drew straws to see who would exit first.
Would they disintegrate upon contact? Would it be safe?
No human had been on Planet X34C yet. She won the draw.
Her comrades gave her light punches on the back and shoulder.
Good luck! They said. She smiled, thinking of her family.
Being the first one out of the chute, so to speak, she was obligated.
To report back, to reassure them, to explain the climate and dangers.
Being clairsentient, her precognitive abilities soared in the cosmos.
She was one with the God-mind here; they were close to heaven.
In awe, she gave praise and thanks. Loving this nurturing of her soul.
Categories:
precognitive, science fiction,
Form: Narrative
It seems you are the man I seen
Once upon a precognitive dream.
Categories:
precognitive, destiny, dream, soulmate, spiritual,
Form: Crystalline
It came in with a flash
Lighting up the Sahara Desert
Most of my troop was asleep
I had a precognitive feeling
Sat up and starred to the east
My pal Hal’s mouth was loudly snoring
Space travelers came toward me
Riding strange unknown fast-paced animals
I had never seen anything like it
Travelers with oddities too unusual to explain
I stared at them, open mouthed
Are you from outer space? I wondered.
The night stars’ glow enhanced their scariness
I was petrified and began to shake.
A forklike thing paralyzed me.
When I awoke they were gone
But my knee had a prong mark.
It was much more than a dream.
Categories:
precognitive, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry
What is it? A sow? A steer? A cow? A calf?
Barn was dark; dribble of light from hole in ceiling.
Thing hid itself in back corner, we sensed its shadow.
I felt evil in this place. Began to slow my steps.
Come on! Urged my friend. This is a safe place.
Warning whistles shrieked in my precognitive ears.
Supernatural tendencies struck me to my knees.
I felt a relentless evil in this unassuming barn.
My friend turned to glare at me as I fell.
Her distorted, grotesque visage was of a pig
There were red blotches on her forehead.
She began to devour me, starting at my shoulders.
Categories:
precognitive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
All the trappings of a Romanian queen
Gave her the immediate ambiance of power confidence.
Her aura proceeded her body into the room.
There was an anticipation seconds prior to her arrival.
Her entrance was provocative, practically obscene.
The level of sensuality brought forth made us all look up.
Who is she? Some whispered, recognizing ultimate power.
Her precognitive skills protruded into our thoughts.
There was a hush, a whisper, a spiritual pause
Most of the empaths and seers were intimidated, I was one.
Her majestic qualities surrounded the room,
Enveloping us in silent disbelief and awe.
Categories:
precognitive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
We listen to these wishes where evidence of our subconscious come to life
Where our subconscious mind lies awake to connect us to our sentient
Where we dream about finding love as much as we lose ourselves to love
Where we wish to listen to our oneirology and change direction while trusting the omens and our inner guidance
Where we yearn to hold these dreams inside of us and desire for secrets we dare not share, but have courage to put them on paper with faith that one day they will come true
Where we listen to our dreams while dosing off to our precognitive senses
Where we wish for the day we lie awake with our conscious and mind at peace
Where we vow o dream and dream to remember that our path is without judgement and threat
Where we wish to break from a history of fear and curse of looking back instead of looking forward and listen to our dreams while we do
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Categories:
precognitive, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Bio
DREAMS
DREAMS
Form in
My brain stem
Emotional
Sensory cortex
Translate my dream
To complex
Story
DREAMS
I
I am
Telling self
Examine me
Myself within
Check my issues
Fears worries
Psychic
DREAMS
DREAMS
........Vivid
....My view of
......Precognitive
Rapid eye movement
Brain most active
Your in my,
..in my
DREAM?
1/19/18
FOR CONTEST: DREAMS
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
precognitive, adventure, allusion, confusion, deep,
Form: Ninette
Ford
Once upon a time, a young, teenaged boy had a dream,
in it, a Black Bird Thunder-ed on by, his it did seem.
Precognitive ?, one day, in middle age, it was true.
In a Black Bird, on the open road he would go – he knew.
Then one day, up and journeyed onward, a head he flew,
the road, before his wheel, lay ahead, ahead was his view.
Today, no wind in his long, graying hair, no sun on his head,
just the sounds of music – silent words on a page instead.
Now my Black Bird no longer flies, nor does she Thunders.
All that remains, that is left – a rear view mirror and wonders.
Oh !!!, the stories she could tell – of a life, a long time ago,
of beauty, of life, of experiences and all I came to know.
Knowledge of all, that will, one day, come to an end,
but until then, they will carry me through – be my friend,
a friend that accompanies those many empty hours,
brightens up those gray days before becoming bowers.
B. J. “A” 2
September20th 2004
Categories:
precognitive, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
She saw the crimson walls;
felt the apprehension and fear;
heard the screams without physical ears.
They were not familiar to her so,
she could not have warned them.
She had no idea where the house was so,
she could not have sent the police to help them.
The bloody memory left ghosts hovering
in her psyche for weeks;
knowledge of the slaughter, fed hungry nightmares;
as she prayed that she was wrong.
Whom and where remained elusive;
if only she knew; lives could be saved.
Premonitions repeat in dreams;
torturing the dreaming mind with,
precognitive news is bad enough, as it is; without the waiting and anticipation of hearing what one already knows.
When the house appeared on the nightly news;
the anchor told about the blood-spattered walls
on both floors.
Green nausea overcame her.
She agonized for a year;
rarely seeing or reading the news;
realizing that she might’ve prevented it.
Oh God, if only she’d known whom, when and where.
Precognition never specifies the details;
only the horrors yet to come.
Categories:
precognitive, dream, poetry, visionary,
Form: Free verse
I kept turning these precognitive pages....
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.
Categories:
precognitive, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
I kept turning these precognitive pages...
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.
Categories:
precognitive, art, birth, celebration,
Form: I do not know?
The insignificant play of children often prove to be their livelihood,
As they get older, they wander and stray,
Yet it all comes back to their youthful days,
The task that brought them the most joy,
becomes the path that will eventually rejuvenate
their adult lives,
sending the precognitive knowledge of a former child
to take flight,
Then all the years of searching and stumbling become
a distant memory,
While they soar out of the world of Make-Believe and into
Reality.
Categories:
precognitive, childhood
Form: Prose Poetry