Prediction Poems - Poems about Prediction

Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time, And traced them in your mind before they fell: A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime, Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well. Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be? To reach beyond the veil the future lays? To now and all of time at once to see? To live a life...

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Untimely was Hamilton Hicks In making his basketball picks. He knew it all well, How each bracket fell, But always too late with his clicks. ...

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When it comes to “this” generation, many (if any) do not know about the songs we sung faithfully and wholeheartedly each and every morning at school. I was born in the sixties and even in the seventies and so forth, I remember every morning in class, before our day began, we all had to stand and...

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Civil War 2.0 Reading the latest polls Showing that President Biden And Ex-President Trump Tied in a dead heat In the polls Particularly in the swing states. . I realize there is Real possibility That Donald Trump could Be elected president again,. Again, and if so, what would he do? These nightmares keep me up At 0 dark...

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winter's wind whispers weather forecast predictions stirring up chaos...

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In war, you can't guess Alliances last longer, Or when help will cease....

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Granny said there’s signs from nature we’ll get, and it would behoove us not to forget. You’d best listen when she threw out her words, because she knew the ways of critters and birds. She knew how to read the nature she’d see, more accurate than some guy on TV. She could tell if it was fixin’ to rain, if we’d have...

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...But as he tried to do all this, to offer this victim his thanks, he felt a sharp and sudden blow, then instantly his world went blank… The father’s heel struck on his spine, just where it meets up with the brain, the blow so hard it severed it, Carson would never breath again. His wife just hugged her crying kids, the father looked...

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...Of course he had arranged it all in a place where they’d find nothing, the sports world mourned this ‘tragic death,’ police couldn’t find anything. That opened up a murder spree, though no one could see it as such, he roamed around, used different ways, never left the coppers with much. Soon one life wasn’t good enough, began to take multiple souls, it increased the...

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...Give him a handful of seconds and his turbocharged cyborg mind could know what a man would do next, and it happened time after time. Carson chose to have fun with this, he signed up to do some boxing, read their moves and never got hit, knocked out opponents while laughing. But this grew dull, he turned it up, would watch the financial TV, instantly...

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...“It would be done in secrecy, authorities wouldn’t approve… but I tell you we can do this, our results, so far, have been good.” Carson thought for a long moment, then said simply, ‘What does it pay?” Prof said, “Rich men are interested, you’ll be set for all of your days.” Then Carson simply gave a shrug, waid, “When came we set it up...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum, and his childhood wasn’t grand, his mother was plain trailer trash, his father a confidence man. He never knew his dad that much, and only saw the man three times, Carson had to live by his wits, lucky for him, they were tuned fine. See Carson was quite observant, like Sherlock Holmes, if he were real, he saw small things,...

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Jenny, they say, will face a tragedy. Is it not something always predicted this way? Will it be Jenny? Or Pete or Paul? We glance every day among those tabloid papers - so many. We read headlines, blink, then another front page; or see this or that on TV. Yes, we tut-tut. We always go this self-same way. You reach an advanced age. So so. Ah yes, so so. (written Sep 2022; posted...

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With a lot in life tampered, With as much in it hampered; For it there’s a recorder, For in life, here, there’s order 2023 And it seems folks would be free, I mean: crazily so free As to attack a close tree: More intake of cannabies, Guys barking you’d think Rabies, A man seize by the collar, Because one saw his dollar; Refusal to release...

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rich fertile tree with brown-turning wrinkled leaves surrounded by your own fruitful bounty many rounded orbs with teeth marks in them do Kansas deer have teeth? begin to count them as I rake them up one apple, two apples, three apples, four lose count at fifty-eight or sixty-eight, unsure it is going to be a hard winter I tell my husband, sorting these...

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