Prophetic Poems

prophetic sky

Pink fluff ball in the sky
Evergreens lean in for a closer look
Songbirds begin circling the puff ball
A mystical night signifying world changes

End of Days

End of Days
                                My grandfather foretold
                  

Skittish of Prophetic Noise

‘We played wedding songs,
and you didn’t dance,
so we played funeral songs,
and you didn’t weep’

Luke 7:32b

Scribes and Pharisees, lean in.
They lean away, their fingertips at play,
nimble, with no paper cut. The pipers toot
out a jig and they scowl; then a dirge
and they skirt. Skittish of prophetic noise,
they amble for their toys and go on
walkabouts to gather

Ode to the White Raven

Custodians of ancient wisdom
Omens on wings of white
Symbols of transformation
Graceful watchers in flight

Harboring all the secrets
the creative and destruction
Protectors of the buffalo
Warning of the hunters

Beauty in white feathers
Mutation of genetics
Messengers of Apollo
Hauntingly prophetic

It's said that when you see one
"We'll know humanity as a whole
is shifting towards one of peace"
The white Raven
Mother Earths Soul. 

Prophetic Dreams

Prophetic Dreams
David J Walker

I won’t be back 
But I‘ll never leave
Leaving means 9
Different things
3 are true
And 2 are too
And 4 are more 
Than it seems 

I won’t be back 
In visible form 
In the spectrums 
Sensual streams 
The waters are clear 
And the end is near 
And the rest is measured
In reams 

I won’t be

Marah Abbadon

In the Tale of Marah Abbadon
Whose bitter spirit is long gone,
Her mother was a jaded Jezebel,
Who cast out Marah wishing her in Hell.
In life she wandered bare terrane
Plagued by pestilence and murrain.
She dwelt in caves and holes in the ground,
The warmest homes she ever found.
Nothing ever relieved her woes,
Through desert heat and mountain snows.
Her lonesome

If a Tree Should Fall

if a tree should fall and there is no one to hear it 
not even the merest susurrus for a poet to capture the moment 
the encomium will cease
	
with each slight 
each rejection of the light 
and acknowledgement withheld 
the all encompassing existence of all 
called into question 
the glacier crevasses gape 
to engulf 
the

Dead By Morning Ii

Dead by Morning II
(Dead by Morning, 3/13/20 explained what will happen.  This is the followup.)

I’m no prophet…
  I just pay attention…
    so cough it…

What say you? Ah choo? Who?
   The masks didn't, the way they say, work, smirk.  Excuse you? Proven.
      The

Flick Prophetic Finger

FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER 

Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate,
Step out of a gaunt, granite building,
Leave behind its austere contents,

With wood-panelled box-seats,
Pinching sardine-tight orthodoxy's rumps,
Say farewell to enforced isolation,
Corralled within a pulpit-facing pew,

Flick prophetic finger 
At sanctimonious conformity,
As I cross the widening threshold
Into a welcome world of 
Confusing discovery. 

Give place in me to an

Prophetic Exit

I woke up today and gave my life a reflection 
The problem, the sorrows
The failure that follows 
Each day feeling my hopes are empty 
Feeling ashamed and guilty 
When I see my results crumpled and dirty

My grades never had A's
Like it had been immune with some kind of anti-retroviral vaccine 

My life as a student

Just Maybe

I build an imagination from your love, sweetheart
Maybe two days from today I'll be in for a sick bay
Struggling to get my breath sustain me at least a day,
To see you again.

Just maybe an hour to that last breath 
You will disown me with a rapturous vivace
And see me as a side voice
Never to hold

Faith In the Prophetic

It can never be
This heart's fallacy;
True love dawning's, truly
Makes peaceable.
Unless through this word
Are touched by the Lord; 
Earth, as paradise, restored
Makes believable.

The Prophetic Challenge

Tell me of things hidden under the dust of night.
Tell me of hidden things under the dusk of light.
Reveal tomorrow as a play acted upon today.
Tell of the future as if you have played there today.

Unveil the mysteries surrounding creation,
Unravel wonders beyond my intuition.
Lay bare Earth's oldest, darkest secrets,
Awed with knowledge above written writs.

The form

Prophetic Power

If in dreams prophets wield prophetic power,
     then prophetic power have I; for I dream
     of things to come, and of acts too extreme:
the saint, the liar (in the cave's dark bower);

the flying rug, the ivory-tower
     (that touches the sky like a spire,

Prophetic Profits

. for public domain

Saints know best from many saints past,
you're only as welcome as your miracles last.
So they quickly move on with their lives for the Lord,
to live a good life when the rabble get bored.

Miracles are much like a flash in the sky,
but rain is more welcome when fields are dry.
Ground that is fallow

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