Short Oracle Poems
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night-soft glow~
single firefly drifts,
tiny star
hovering
as though it carries secrets
meant only for me.
these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …
Form:
Buy your full-body burka now
Made in Texas to fit a cow
The colour is black
It fits like a sack
So you'll feel as free as a sow!
a shoelace reads your footsteps
loops curling like a prophecy
steps gather meaning in the dust
fortune at your feet
Oracle, Arizona gold
Is just a tale prospectors told
If you walk that land
You will find quicksand
And underneath that its just cold
"Life begins when you believe in yourself"
Shannon Deane
First written in Grade 7- 1991
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forest oracle
lyre-tail fanned in forest light
leaf-scratching lyrebird
undergrowth mimic
sound archivist of forest
echoes dawn’s chorus
I am a testament
to myself,
of the moment I realized
that,
to love
d e e p l y
does not end with loss.
It reshapes the soul,
and then asks it
to rise.
Zoltar
Mechanical, mysterious
Gleaming, staring, muttering
Glass, coin, future, fate
Whispering, predicting, rolling
Enigmatic, wooden
Oracle
The life is
an thrilling racing of
obstacles...
the heart is
who guides us
in this show,
the poetry unravels
the tentacles, when
poet transforms living
his oracle...!
Zoltar
Mechanical, mysterious
Gleaming, staring, muttering
Glass, coin, future, fate
Whispering, predicting, rolling
Enigmatic, wooden
Oracle
Oracle
The Wise, Mystical
Blessing, Spellcasting, Foretelling
Black Sorcerer, Divine, Innocent, Questioner
Listening, Ingesting, Participating
Curious, Wonderer
Querent
Tuesday, January 4, 2022
Is the Oracle wise
the Buddha fat
or the Great
Niagara wet
Description wanes
where titan’s reign
as words are left
to falter
And blow upwind
against the grain
in messages
— sublime
(The New Room: December, 2024)
to a sweet navel of glutinous oracle
sticks the fairytale makeup
because the model caressed the tree
since the model recognizes the apple
as the model eats the grass
a carrot from Hollywood paradise
a green salad with organic smelly
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle ~ late in the day,
birdsong returns
as if from the dead.
New veins leach in the leaf
sap-sweet offerings.
Earth worms curl in oracle rings,
rise up from the mud,
and nurse the wet soil
as it gives birth.
I stand before the oracle
as the oracle sits before me
giving me a tiny clue unto my destiny
but her answer to my questions
is ambiguous and obscure
yet I wonder how I didn't see it there before
~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: Oracle
The twigs of March drip,
and dangle ~ late in the day
birdsong returns
as if from the dead.
New veins leach in the leaf
sap-sweet offerings.
Earth worms form oracle rings;
rise up from the mud,
nurse the wet soil
as it gives birth.
An orange and tan
orangutan
with origins
that span
to Pakistan
orates flimflam
o'er an ornate
garbage can
ordained an oracle
by an ordered clan
to plant a plan
for their ordure
that ornaments
said garbage can
the ornery orangutan orotundly
upon does scan
Senses feel sweet springtime festival
Rapture knows joy sentimental
Cheer opts deep dance oracle
Surge of urge in fond sights
Know the truth that lights
Flash of fine flights
Style mood swings
Jazz flings
Spring
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2016
Singapore
lest i be nearer to my death
i could love you no less
as my wild eyes dance
gazing under
the swaying willows
apon my pillows
i would beckon
tommorrow tommorrow
only within the mere sorrows
that i shall wander amids
heaven's oracle mist
why in my presence now
The heron is the color
of a November morning.
Fog wets the river rocks.
Fossils faintly echo
a grey past.
I shall take one stone
home,
to look
through its waterworn hole
and perhaps
see
the future.
11/4/2017
For contest: Two Word Challenge
Sponsored by John Lawless
Cassandra’s groom was calling to her, but she did not hear him
She had entered a natural trance when she entered the grotto
She was now Pythia, high priestess of the Temple of Apollo
The most powerful oracle among the ancient Greeks
Gleaning her directions from all knowing cool waters
May the wisdom of the serpent be thine,
For it is closest to earth,
Representing healing.
May the wisdom or the raven be thine,
For its initiation
Into the Druid clan.
May the wisdom of the eagle be thine,
Bird of the oak and the Sun,
Renewal and courage.
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Legend has foretold,
The hazy illumination...of a silver harvest-moon,
Shall give rise...to the sprouting of the chosen one.
Harvested in a magical field,
In an enchanted hollow:
The breeze whispers the eerie oracle of the witch.
And within its pallid body,
Dwells the seeds of everlasting life.
MR.F
Coerce and seductive is he
Dread like the comb and bee
It tears one who admires
Who can say it is required
Crave not to see it calculated
Else it gets you frustrated
Don’t with it be on table
Cos like water you become unstable
Who are you? Fear!
Oracle of tears-fear
He ask whom shall I chastise
O! Don’t be prize