Short Portend Poems
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While watching man jog to his friend
A frog croaked a future portend
Man finished his jog
By sitting on log
And that’s how the frog met his end
O blame it on cruciferous.
The playing most muciferous.
Those florets of broc
portend a great shock.
The flaunt of the toot odoriferous.
8/25/2021
MORNING CLEANSING
Nightmares portend calamitous outcome
Masks of doom pretend to breathe
Nettles hang on morning shower rods
Nightmares dissipate behind steamed doors
11/3/2017
Heffalumps are cute; they brighten up rooms
Unlike real elephants, which portend gloom
Heffalumps smile pretty
Some are even witty
I’d better stop ~ Donald’s coming back soon…
What, who, or where
the sages portend
What, who, or where
the shamans belie
What, who, or where
the scholars defend
What, who, or where
—not questioning why
(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)
Calmness stirs to gentle swells
Passions of love portend
Amorous dominion there dwells
In the love waves they send
Two lovers gently reach
Across this ocean wide
On the love waves of each
And reach the other side
Life’s meandering journey …
mapped by a fool
Clairvoyant foretelling
the dilettante’s tool
Around every corner
the road twists and bends
A marble or diamond
— but choice to portend
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Sunlight,backlit through glass
Raindrops,glistening on grass
Faces,smiling in a crowd
Words of love ,said aloud.
Thoughts on paper,strayed
Thankfulness,in prayers made
Mirror images,truth portend
Poetry in stanzas,penned
A crack in the pavement
Does it portend
a death in the family
an untimely end
Is it an opening
for widow’s weeds
or just a spittoon
for sunflower seeds
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle thrown down
But truth will write over
—what darkness avows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The vision intrudes,
stealing ink from my pen
A thief in the night,
—leaving words that portend
A warning’s been given,
its mantle thrown down
But truth will speak over,
—what darkness avows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Reconciling
life’s ledger
hoping
it’s in black
Every deed
and every need
accountable
in fact
Debits
fighting credits
to balance
in the end
The jist of life
through joy and strife
where numbers
— will portend
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Spread not thy love
like thistle down
upon the errant wind
For thy knows not
where thy seed lands
or what is shall portend
Instead lie close
to garden gate
To hearth, kith and kin
Lie just with she
who holds thy heart
where love ends and begins
seen
but not
heard
sundown
in the trees
a whispering
wind
evening
greetings
in
subtle
colours:
patchwork
pastels
portend
nightfall...
imaginary
shadows
awake
POMPOSITY
ONLY WHEN I DEEM MYSELF WORTHY
OF A KISS FROM SUCH A VOLUPTUOUS AND VIRTUOUS
LADY
THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL I PORTEND TO TOUCH OUR LIPS
AND SHARE THE VERY SAME SOUL
FOR ONLY THEN WILL I KISS YOU-----ONE POMPOUS A-HOLE
© 2012...phreepoetree ~free cee!~
If space is not eternal,
what happens when space ends
Can we define what emptiness is,
its borders to portend
Is there a hidden permutation,
for what dimension has in store
With the end of all beginning
—infused with something more
(Villanova University: December, 2019)
A hurricane of stimulation,
a tornado of thought
Blowing through the vast unknowing,
our natures to be caught
When doubt sits high on light’s horizon,
storm warnings there portend
Whose cyclones of enlightenment
—with hailstones shape and bend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The possibility is there
That I might write
With the poet’s innate inspiration
What comrade time
Has reason to portend
Of our aims
I might write
Or even our dreams
But our destinations!
Even the Pope’s edict…
Hist! I pledge my doubt.
Of greater moment
Is our faith
In the plough.
Hail plough!
Hail abundance!
I scavenge, but clean
I scare, but bring discipline
I portend darkness, but do I have a choice?
I steal cuckoo’s nest, but help it sing melodies in the forest
I sit and croak on a ledge, but bring news of the arrival of a traveler
I am not stupid, I brought up the low water level in the pitcher and quenched my thirst
Happy endings,
the folly of youth
The aged
alone to portend
Distance a comfort,
expiration afar
Reality
mostly pretend
Death as a concept,
corpse underground
As different as night
is to day
Two ends of the spectrum,
inextricably linked
By time
—ever holding its sway
(Rosemont College: October, 2020)
All things have a beginning and an end
with birth and death. The fate of tiny fleas,
to vast, unfathomed galaxies- portend
there are no steady-state eternities.
September 26, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsor: Gregory R. Bardin
Four Lines From My 10-Stanza Poem-
"Extinction" posted 01/02/2016
Mend,
my friend…
Please, transcend.
Begin to bend…
with courage, defend
soul’s ache for Love to spend.
Free your heart; let arms extend
around this earth and back again!
Profits portend Divine dividend!
~*~*~*~*~
Rhyming Nonet written for contest.
Whoops! Contest was full....
Still, thought I'd post ;)
11/12/19
MULTIPLICITY
a
combined
innocence
something
beautiful
oft traumatic
yet
figurative
to
represent
a
freewheeling
spirit
charmingly
gentle
yet
with
an unworldly
quality
collides
to portend
in
the blatant
isolation
a thesis
drifting
a happening
reaping
benefits
a
setting
continued
throughout
then
evaporated
Pride it is said goes before a fall
A fall may not be fatal
One good fall could be a blessing in disguise
For It could signal a new beginning
It could portend a second chance
It could also be a learning phase
When you skip and fall
As mortals sometimes do
Take stock of the pitfalls
Get right up on your feet
And be on the march again!
Abbots of darkness
bishops of pain
Cloistered in dogma
praying for rain
Thunderous chanting
tempest above
Damning false prophets
blessing a dove
Grace comes a hailstorm
Coventry’s shame
Lost in its downpour
thirst to remain
Warning blasphemers
in skies that portend
Ordained and self-serving
the drought never ends
(The New Room: September, 2023)