Short Augurs Poems
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Black Roses bouquet
Augurs the broken tie bonds
Preambling a rupture
Connoting unspoken words
And spureous promises
1-23-2016
White blanket coats the valley
Dusk augurs hibernation
Icicles hang in home roofs
Chilled air forecasts frost
11-5-2015
Petrichor scent from a far off land
Pied cuckoo augurs the monsoon
Placed : 5th
A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Crystalline poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: HS
Date: 05-03-2023
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I’m most afraid of
—behind whoever’s last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Angel ascended from the ground,
To anger the humans of the world,
Flying around leaving aggers of dreadful sounds,
Using his auger to dig out dreamworlds,
Ancient augurs of Rome predicted his arrival,
But he only grew huger and so ended everyone's survival.
Angel - anger - agger - auger - augur - huger
Can you scalpel the soul with the knives of your science,
Separate sin with your blade—
And dissect human psyches with all your reliance
Placed in experiments made?
Empirical evidence augurs for “yes”—
Instinct suggests “maybe not”—
And there’s gore on the table. The wound is a mess.
Wisdomless knowledge you’ve got.
Rainfall pulls the blinds,
on bouncy folk’s wild picnic,
vile thunder as wet blanket,
yet blindside sunburst’s,
so prompt relief augurs well,
for merry beanfest revived
Ominous dark cloud,
imagined plague, close peril,
might scupper gallant junket,
but fleeting storm front,
heartens madcap daring poised,
to trailblaze gold rush frontiers
April
awesome arrival
await always avidly
as augurs amour
Betrothed
besotted belle beau
both blossom beautifully
beget baby boy
Cherish
crickets chirp constant
cockerel clarion call
can calm crying child
Written 27/07/2020
2nd placement
Let the pens flow -Alliteration poetry contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
People are afraid of what
they can’t understand
themselves most often assured
In the depths of their wandering
a voice cries out
a voice too close to ignore
People will bolt from that thing
that pursues
that thing that augurs to chase
With blinders on tight
and running in vain
—to flee what they’ll never escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)