Short Foreseeable Poems
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uv yourn
touch
*merely the muse, adultery iz not in
my "buck'et list" in the foreseeable
future ')
And nothing is not
un-foreseeable if and unless
you at least consider all
the facts and complications
first!
GF
Even leaning, with fright's hand
In the mouth clenching.
Upsplashed of an unfathomable
Woe, foreseeable.
On edge, more breathless, till
Mind, in giving way
Slime-tentacled, squeezed of whose grasp
For such visions gasp.
predictable so
just to be so inspectant
only to be expected
only to be expected
par so for the course
so predictable
now foreseeable
able to be predicted
can you see me now
12/7/19
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Oh Foolish Me
Foreseeable future,
The curtains are closed
Today?
Tomorrow?
Who really knows?
But for me to leave here with no words said
Leaves unspoken thoughts inside of my head
Unasked questions
And answers I will never know
Oh Foolish Me
Oh Foolish Me
Copyright J.M. Dougherty 2016
The clouded spectrum of my ambition
Leads me to my shrouded past
An enemy engraved in my foreseeable truth
Haunting the memory of self-deprecation
I long for the abstract freedom of my youth
But instead I face the familiar wall
I pray unto thee to grant me vision
Or thus this troubled soul shall remain still
Tattooed feelings deep within the skin
Branded for the foreseeable future
The hashtag will remain long after your post is deleted
The name, picture, and memory of your former lover are still imprinted
What started off as a sure thing--
turned into a jumbled confusion
The scar cannot be hidden, even though the tattoo is removed
Why does one write poetry?
To get lost in the solace of words,
to encourage one to look at birds;
or is it something much less communicable:
a state of being, like a look in the eye,
that is unreadable?
We could talk night and day,
about the how and why,
but the only thing that is foreseeable
is the poet coming back again
for the ink and pen.
The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a starling
from dashboard to counter.
Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
revealing now, the stamped
and foreseeable.
A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box -
we open that tin mouth,
reach in hesitantly, for bolts out of the blue,
or just news from predicable snails.
splintered dreams
images faded and torn
with emotions worsening
with time
greatness questioned
as original intent swathed
by gossipy stares create
feelings of dismay
enter doubts of one’s
self-esteem causing
victim like symptoms
with no foreseeable end
to this long and
shadowed
catastrophe
pieces of la-la land
forever falling
The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a grackle
from dashboard to counter.
Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
Not 'all seeing', a Cassandra nevertheless,
revealing the stamped
and foreseeable.
A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box,
and we enter an unread limbo
until we open that tin mouth
reaching for bolts out of the blue,
and delayed news from snails.
Just when we thought that we had it licked
the wily little bug licked us back
Just when we thought we had it beat
the stubborn virus beat us back
Just when we thought we could open the country up
we have to close parts of it down again
Can we get things right now
and for the foreseeable future:
Wear your mask -- Watch your distance -- Wash your hands
C'mon, America! You need to do better! Much better!
It's a matter of Life or Breath...