Short Portend Poems

Devil minds portend
Pious windswept isolates
Angel hearts eclipse...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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  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…
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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)...

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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...

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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) 
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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...

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       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
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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)...

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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)...

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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...

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seen
    but not 
           heard
sundown
     in the trees
a whispering
              wind
evening
          greetings
in
     subtle
              colours:
patchwork
          pastels
portend
          nightfall...
imaginary
       shadows
           awake...

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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!~...

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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)...

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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)...

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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!...

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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...

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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)...

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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
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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...

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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...

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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!...

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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)...

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