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I
The prognosticator
strung together with
hamstring
not born with
yet acquired
Spill 'pon slip
'bout the damsels
their acuity
their devote
their
profession
From mine last breathe
i share their tenure
with the future
hamstrung'd
Their chattels
shall be
amplified
Categories:
prognosticator, appreciation, blessing, giving, women,
Form: Carpe Diem
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 hands
shouting WTF
prognosticator
all hail Chicken Little
the sky IS falling
the Covid Big Bad Wolf
can no longer HUFf and PUFF
it blows his mask off
while wearing a mask
it’s hard to be a vamp
in a nudist camp
John G. Lawless
3.27/2021
Categories:
prognosticator, confusion, humor, satire,
Form: Senryu
A prognosticator sees the future
We'll survive this virus with much vigor
Mother Earth's top specie
Although a bit cheeky
Nothing's going to stop this ole ticker
Categories:
prognosticator, perspective,
Form: Limerick
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 nothing, eye scans time;
beware, it sees all you do.
Nothing’s hidden.
Seek out the scryer,
ask any question;
even before your first utterance,
blue dragons eye enters your mind
scanning crevasses of your brain.
you harbor no secrets.
Categories:
prognosticator, animal, faith, future, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
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 may be...
A king can
be numerous things
even a
scientist;
king of industry or a
prognosticator?
Perhaps he
was really Merlin?
A nickname
of Arthur...
nobility's not always
simply a ruler...
Sometimes we
must look carefully
to define
many words
what if Arthur was just a
common nobleman?
We look for
those whom are wiser
than ourselves.
What if king,
was a reference to his
bright, bold character?
Categories:
prognosticator, appreciation, character, hero, myth,
Form: Shadorma
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 to think
What the hog will predict
Six more weeks of winter
Or will spring quickly hither
They call him Phil, and he's the prognosticator
Of when the weather will change to the primavera
He's not a bat, a ferret, or mouse
His home's Punxsutawney
And he lives in a house
He'll poke his head out, and might see his shadow
Then run in and burrow, like something's the matter
We can all hope the hog will hasten the summer
Cuz without this day, life'd be a bummer
Categories:
prognosticator, creation, dog, february, future,
Form: I do not know?
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 pitter-popping, heart-stopping
street corner mentor poets
who improvise sound
like kicking garbage cans
texting with both hands
leaving out vowels
i m not one of those soap-box poets
one of those orator, prognosticator
digitally refined and retouched poets
who preach the strident life
and fear the ultimate end
apocalyptic cleanse
leaving none behind
i may be the last of the nomad poets
quiet death for the Penan, up and beyond
one Joffa shake away~poet
who waits for the stones to sing
with a leaky log-cabin roof
i leak the truth
leaving spirit whole
Categories:
prognosticator, i am, poets, writing,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
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 hints, at life’s coming storms.
Some have died, for their gift;
slaughtered by those who can’t or won’t
try to understand;
insisting that,
they must be of service to others.
It’s no comfort to know events,
Before they occur, but
God gives gifts.
Prognostication is one of the
Best and worst gifts.
The god within,
will not be silent;
inner knowledge is the wheel,
that steers us to safety.
A prognosticator channels the map,
for those who cannot see.
Categories:
prognosticator, change, poems, poetry, spiritual,
Form: Prose
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 “quatrains”,
many believe you held the future’s reins.
Your words made your prophecies quite mystical.
However, the language you used was equivocal.
Despite your writings many consider so vague,
compatriots called you a healer who conquered the plague.
However, you could not save your family from death.
The disease took you wife and children’s last breath.
You lived during the renaissance age of men.
It is questionable whether you were a genius or charlatan.
There are many interpretations of what you had to say.
Some debate over the meanings of your quatrains remains today.
Categories:
prognosticator, history, on writing and
Form: Quatrain