True judgment, the seed of disagreement,
Can never exist without true knowing.
Prognosticators spread in allegement,
Sages sternly warn of evil sowing.
Who can say what happens behind closed doors,
Shrouds of unknowing, known only by one.
Everyone else can create all horrors,
Only assuming what was truly done.
Such ignorance leads to adverse actions,
Advancing accused perpetrator's doom.
Separating others into factions,
Sealing the stone of the victim's dark tomb.
Before voicing any future hearsay,
Simply let your hidden thoughts fade away.
Categories:
prognosticators, corruption, hurt, judgement, nonsense,
Form: Sonnet
Etheric whispers in dreams; reveal the future’s secrets.
Prognosticators will always, carry a heavy burden.
They know the future, brings elated bliss or tumultuous doom.
Categories:
prognosticators, future, people, spiritual,
Form: Sijo
Some freezing rain is predicted today
Gonna stay put, the prognosticators I'll obey
Consider my life precious
Love eating lettuce
With gobs of sweet dressing, delicious that way
Huh???
Categories:
prognosticators, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Some freezing rain is predicted today
Gonna stay put, the prognosticators I'll obey
Consider my life precious
Love eating lettuce
With gobs of coleslaw dressing, delicious that way
Huh???
Categories:
prognosticators, stress,
Form: Limerick
Old Farmer’s Almanac -
Goes on sale 9/8/16
Sitting, witch like,
around a cast iron stove
wood crackling
as they confer…
Old Farmers
digging through
the soil of time
gathering the harvest
of experience
stirring the simmering
success of the years.
Codifying the coincidences
highlighting the absurdities
poking fun at the pundits
trusting the thickness
of the squirrels tale
to estimate the intent
of the coming winter.
Prognosticators
sifting the ashes
of long cold fires,
seers seeking wisdom
within the knowledge
of their touch,
within the history
of their hands,
filtered through
their simple trust
one in another
offering guidance,
breadcrumbs
to be followed
a passion preserved
a love passed on.
John G. Lawless
9/5/2015
Categories:
prognosticators, appreciation, nostalgia, remember,
Form: Free verse
Thankfully, the mid-term elections have come and went.
Thankfully, we'll suffer no more TV ads related to that event.
Thankfully, we'll not receive any more phone calls from politicians.
Thankfully, we'll receive no more mailers outlining their positions.
Thankfully, the prognosticators will find something more productive to do.
Thankfully, we'll hear no more political twaddle for another year or two.
Wouldn't it be novel if the promises made by those shysters came true,
Or will it be politics as usual and 'twas only undiluted scatology they spew!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
prognosticators, humorous, political,
Form: Couplet
The summer sun lingers, but you can feel fall in the air;
Optimism abounds in fans everywhere;
Seniors are hopeful, coming into their final year;
Freshmen are wide-eyed, full of excitement and fear.
Sounds of pads hitting and the whistles’ loud shrill
Announce the coming of a new season with thrills.
White lines get painted, five yards apart;
Marching bands practice their marching band arts.
Every team starts being tied in first place;
Prognosticators predict a close conference race.
Some hopes will be dashed after week number one,
While others will start on a season of fun.
Each and every season has a magic of its own -
College Football is the best game, I’ve ever known.
NOTE: I wrote this poem for Brian Strands contest in which he wanted a poem of 14 lines. Once I realized Brian is English, I thought it best I try a different poem for his contest - but, I still like this one.
Categories:
prognosticators, life,
Form: Rhyme
Oceans started to rise
As polar caps melted
Meteors fell from the skies
The Earth’s surface was pelted
The days grew dark
Radiation was high
Cosmic sparks
Lit up the sky
Religious zealots started fighting
Earthquakes continued to rumble
Mayan cults were uniting
Governments started to tumble
Fear grew rampant
As death counts mounted
Cities were vacant
Safe havens were touted
People looking for answers
As chaos ensued
Religions needed enhancers
Scapegoats were pursued
Prognosticators saying,
“I told you so
The end not delaying
Pray for your soul”
Humanity extinguished
Except for a few
The prepared distinguished
Who knew what to do
A new world was born
In 2013
The old world forlorn
Never again to be seen
Categories:
prognosticators, visionaryworld,
Form: Rhyme
The mean temperature for January two thousand and six (thus far)
noticeably above the norm for this time of year
prognosticators foretell various forecasts per this third planet from the star
which inhabitants upon Mother Earth burden of responsibility must bear
billions of people wanton pollutants ratchet up barometric millibar
dialing up greenhouse effect, which serious scenario scientists fear
correlation from profligate offal ways traced from freed genie in the jar
no longer stretch of imagination affects mankind did sear
since day of reckoning whence Prometheus set stage for war
pitting mankind against Gaia messages we fail to hear.
Categories:
prognosticators, nature, passion, visionary, planet,
Form: Ballad