Short Portending Poems

Whispers before me,
echoes behind

Voices portending,
words to remind

Sleepless imprisoned,
nights linger on

Shadows approaching
—memory gone

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)...

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This morning dawned
With drab, dismal dread
Portending debouchment
Of unearthly evil:

Yes, fear haunts the air,
So heed me—doom nears!
Oh, witchcraft and spirits
Shall sully our night....

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Do you know
many things
understanding
not one

Portending 
your weakness
pretense
on the run

The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked

Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect

(The New Room: July, 2024)
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Fear lies effortlessly in portending wait
to bare the intrinsic risk of chance.
View it not just as impending fate
nor play its victim by circumstance...

1/10/2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find between the lilacs of my mind"-Sophie Tunnell...

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The Day After

The blue ocean frolicked ‘neath a spring sunlight,
Musically slapping and making smiles of waves,
Portending of one cosmic roar, then still.
It flattened with tears beneath its surface,
Lashing and lonely in a new day’s dawn.
Its building and splashing and yesterday’s jolly day
Gone, past, gone....

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Like a blade, a chill finds its way,
slicing through a closed window
portending a season approaching
as a flock rests during migration
filling a skeletal tree.
From a distance looking like 
breeze tossed leaves
then take flight seeking
warmer climes, darkening momentarily
an otherwise daylight sky,
taking with them
a sense of serenity....

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I sat there beside my Mom,

asleep on yellowed pillows, stained

by years of tobacco, tar dripping

from cypress wood panels,

her shallow breaths

cotton-candy hair, light grey;

bluest blue eyes behind

paper-thin lids, moving;

ragged cough, portending

but I didn't understand then,

I was just happy to be there....

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Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May

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Adventure, Beginning
Coastal Dreams Echoing
Fearless Growing Horizons In Jumping Kismet
Laden Magically, Nebulae Oleaginous,
Portending Quicksand Reflecting Spangled Tussle
Unseen Vermilion Waves Xerox Yperite Zone....

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The song of the lark returns
To the edge of the woodland
She greets me cheerfully trilling
As I stroll across the flowering lea,
Her welcome tones portending
A fine day awaiting the rising sun.
Dawn suits her yellow breast
Her warbling throat, too, the lark
Makes the meadow her home,
A delightful place in early morn.

written July 28, 2021...

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Flowering bluebonnets will soon carpet fields;
Baby colts playing, kicking up their heels.
Indian paintbrushes will streak through the blue,
And gnarled oak trees budding will show off their hue.

Once I rode a horse through the bluebonnet's terrain;
Low hanging thunderclouds portending of rain;
Showers refreshing drenching my face,
My love by my side 

Another time and another place....

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A bright day in November, a welcome sight
Brief respite from Autumn’s turning cold,
Portending signs of coming winter’s night.
A bright day in November, a welcome sight
To feel the sun, to enjoy its muted light
Before north winds come in blowing bold,
A bright day in November, a welcome sight
Brief respite from Autumn’s turning cold. 

Written November 26, 2022...

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Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.

Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.

Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.

Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!

-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)...

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Whirlwinds,
Teaching me faith,
Whirlwinds,
Trying to make me fear,
But rather I hear,
My Father in his tool shed,
Making hungry fed,
Making naked clothed,
Reversing status roles,
Saving every soul,
Whirlwinds,
Teaching me faith,
Thoughts race,
As I realize they are a sign of the coming Sun,
Who worships the Son,
Whirlwinds,
Portending of blessings I never thought possible,
Whirlwinds,
Thank you!!!!!...

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