Poetry — Easy
Poetry — Hard
Words — To Decide
Truth — Zero Sum
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Free To Disagree
We don’t always agree
but are free to take issue
With differing minds
— that our Founder’s defend
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First & Last
Say something ...
with every word
spoke or then written
heard or unheard
With every word
free a new moment
Eternally prescient
— divorcing from time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Empty Road Signs
Time takes on
a dimension
only time can understand
It’s a long long way
from being lost
to anywhere
The present stays
uncharted
like the fulcrum of a dream
Tomorrow
an empty road sign
— its message to portend
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Turning The Latch
Is anything more prescient
than a window
open wide
Awaiting sun
or moonlight
and the wind that blows outside
Its latch when turned
inviting
unlocked it puts in play
The ingress
and the egress
— of every passing day
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We All Share
There’s a comfort
in dying
that death can’t provide
Assured
of an ending
where conflict subsides
We all share
in common
the end of the road
Where time
has no meaning
— pain left to implode
(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)
Dare I sail
into the moonlight
to greet wandering shadows
that beckon in whispers
and trace paths
with luminous thready fingers
through sentinels of razor wire
who parade prescient
before glaring chasms
of untested fathoms.
A younger friend
an older soul
Both prescient
and most wise
Her light that burns
a gift to all
Hippocrates’
— to shine
(To Pending Doctor Anais Vionet: November, 2025)
A prescient warning
With alot to do
Hurry
Cast a thought ahead
They hear
Everything and everyone
become
Invisible in light
Seen in shadows
Blurred silhouettes
Walk confident
With stealth
Misleading tones
mercurial temperament
Unfamiliar participant
Loner by inclination
Consider singing
Along the Untuned
Beauty's performance
Quiet enough
Distracting her
Invitation for disaster
Terrifying scenario
Her friends
A product of
Imagination
Unpredictable
Behaviors
Eating your
Mind producing
Mental fog
nightmares
Let death in
Make peace
With him
He wont leave
The comfort
Inside
After awhile
Best scenario
Accept the annoying
Situation
Try to sleep
All the best
"The moon’s crescent is prescient"
sigh I to my love
"presaging this lovely night's evanescence"
"Your eloquence is senescent"
she parodies
When Reality Hits A Homerun, Situations Get Real
Defending My Heart, I Refuse to Kneel
My Dragon, My Beast Please Help Me Heal
For The Rejection Was Not A Prescient Projection
Like a Tainted Injection
Creating Injuries to My Purported Soul
Damn Burnt Bridges, Forfeited Toll
Thank You For Teaching Me That Your Love Was Inconsistent
Causing a Galling Dent
Seeking Selfish Ambitions making My Feelings Irrelevant!
Went On Ahead and Ignored Telltale Signs
My Emotions Now Apathetic, Feelings Expatriated, Re-directed, Reassigned!
I Guess Life is Poetry, The Ups and Downs
My Story, My Song
Verses of What Could Have Been
In The Darkest Dark, In The Luminous Light
I Exist Somewhere In Between!
‘A new king arose over Egypt
who did not know Joseph’
How could that possibly be
Had not Joseph gone down
in Egyptian history?
He had ruled over Pharaoh’s land
His prescient plan prevented famine
Surely Joseph’s name had been preserved
for remarkable deeds so deserved
Ah, but Joseph’s name had been changed
to ‘Tzafnas Pane’ach’ somehow rearranged
Perhaps the new king knew Joseph’s Egyptian name ~
for which he deserves neither praise nor blame
Joseph Robinette Biden
for years he's been quite a statesman
as senator then as vice-president,
now POTUS he thinks himself prescient.
He is our own President Biden,
when his lips move you know he is lyin',
he thinks we don't see
he's mad as can be~
no joke, this country is dyin'.
The Big Guy will jail his number one rival
to ensure his own political survival.
He is without moral integrity,
which way the wind blows there he will be!
Dying in the coal mine ...
a Poet saw it first
His warning prescient
prenotion strong
To those who listen
to those who hear
The end beginning
— all swans in song
(The New Room: June, 2024)
When monokus become molecules
and Mardi Gras is Mata Hari
Things start looking pretty scary, so
If view arm an mis rist
It tim c optmtris
There’s knowledge
in the world
for only
the captive
Insight
on the other
hand
prescient to roam
No ceiling
to happiness
but a floor
to sorrow
Direction
a vagrant
that goes
where it goes
Spoken
in cadence
our oaths
are rechanted
Carrying
voices
through moments
on loan
Traveling
together
in blind
expectation
Questions
awaiting
in freedoms
—unknown
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
A broken wing
in death’s chicane
Where pigeons fall
unending pain
A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds
While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks
A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near
(The New Room: October, 2023)
Man is predestined
to destroy his world
Consciously damning
‘free choice’ unfurled
An apex predator
upon himself
No rhyme or reason
or logic dealt
Self-destruction
his stock in trade
His nature foreign
to all else made
Killing his brothers
killing his sons
Shakespeare prescient
of what’s to come
Time irreverent
he never learns
What sets him free
his folly spurns
The clock is running
the hour late
His words now toxic
and filled with hate
And when it’s over
but one thing changed
A new world order
—with life reclaimed
(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2023)
Some feel that Bible verse conclusively
Describes all life explained through liturgy.
Some feel that evolution holds the key
With science leading forth explicitly.
Positions juxtaposed perceptibly:
A purist view of Life's conformaties -
A prescient view of Life's complexities -
Could one more view assuage disparities?
What do papyrus texts in fact convey?
And, what does nature's yield expressly say?
Somewhere between these two compelling sides
The letter and the spirit both reside.
We take from texts enough to salve our minds,
And then from nature context-laden signs,
With each constrained by factors of its lot.
Questions for both - what is and what is not?
Yet, could these sides assemble what should be -
A pair of constancies through which we see
Two halves converging as to form the whole
Reach toward a common line that's not a goal?
This dictum for another day, but now
Enough for both conjointly to endow
A symbiotic sense of harmony
And hope - if our thoughts are inclined to be.
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