Short Presage Poems
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Nature’s meltdowns presage
tectonic rage
Massive collisions
~ iceberg rampage
If you pored over maps, could you find Wales?
“Details,” you say. Perhaps.
Or maybe such glaring gaps
in knowledge presage collapse.
Fall arrives today, still clad in green,
Clear skies of impossible blue
Presage the riot of color to come;
Hot reds and golds, yet bitter cold - whom to sue?
you who’d not change a single thing in life ~ may not get another chance
whereas i’m guaranteed one more presage ~ i’ve sold my soul in advance
satan wouldn’t take it ~ so traded with Lot’s wife for her sustained glance
By David Kavanagh
The crows know that grave symbol they attend
Their sardonic minds perceive ironic message
Stark cross of stone; their memory transcends
The centuries, to day of death but presage
When blood of one who came to make us free
Anointed timber of a scaffold tree
Image 2
29 September 2019
One is over-senile
the other over-penile
One opens our borders
the other issues loyalty orders
Our execrable Presidential candidates
presage a once-great country’s fate
Two utter buffoons America rushes to nominate
~ I think on my ballot I’ll regurgitate
A prelude towards love is
Without prejudice,
An admirer of love sees the inside of
Love;
The power of love is motivated by Music,
For the power lies in Music,
And it uniqueness is in the sound.
Music awoke the spirit to Love,
To see the heart and hear her cry;
For Love is without presage
But happiness and sensational joy did
brings to the Heart
Form:
RELENTLESS
Relentless thought,
Relentless desire.
Relentless pain,
Relentless ire.
Driven onward toward a dangerous presage,
fearful and irresistible - relentless
Imperiling things most dear - without caution.
Lessons, well-learned - ignored.
Passions - relentless.
Without sense,
Without refrain.
Without thought, without thought, without thought...
Relentless.
I presage many years hence
My poetry would be read,
To then spread some hope and cheer
Though I would long be dead.
Wish could from some secret door
Be able to see that soul,
Who would read my rhyme and verse
Laud its lyrical scroll.
Such would suffice my labour
For my runes would find their goal,
Reach portals of paradise
Having fulfilled its role.
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They all presage for me
Signal calamity -
Deep etched lines that fall from Saturn’s mount,
Crabbed islands on wavering lines of fate,
A mole on the southwest corner of the palm,
I stay calm
For I
Have seen the rising sun lave snowy peaks,
Seen ditchwater drowning dreaded kings,
Hunted with the hoary hounds of hell,
And through these all have seen my poems take wings
Clouds drift lazily
Rush crazily
Crescendo-ing might
Wispy and light
Threaten frightening gloom
Make way for blue skies' bloom
Herald the fiercest of storms
Transform the weather to warm
Majestic shapes of awe and thunder
Presage lightning and thunder
Capricious curly-cues' flight
Enchanting by day or by night
Fascinate us here on Earth
Escorts of renewal, rebirth
Antecedent Universe
Imagine if a moment
Could be caught on film
The presage
The nuance
The spectrum
The emotion
The context of
The moment itself
An eternity in an antecedent universe
Waiting to be remembered
Wanting to be recorded
While the shutter clicks
And the film advances
In the changing incalescence of
The light
David J Walker
A shooting star, glistening moon, and wild orchids....
Big hearts magnanimous of gesture and esteem
Winds subside with a moment of stillness.
Presage of dire restraint; beset these closed doors.
Allow a duration that spins above our heads.
Love transcends far beyond adulation and sullen affection.
Round the equation, exception its’ valor.
From a source of goodness, befalls true conquest.
2.12.08, rev 8.31.11 J.L.H.
I consult the I Ching with a question
Only I myself will ask.
Giving Taoism my full attention
Three pennies I will cast.
Six casts in all will yield a hexagram
Chance determines each line.
The bottom three shows plainly who I am
The top three will divine.
Depending on the hexagram result
In it lies a message.
The book of changes I must now consult
Determines the presage.
Wind followed by wind
Is self-realization
One continuum.
Asinine Asymmetry
abysmal
vapid
pedagogue
impulsive
advocacy
with FLUSTERED TORRENTS
blindly
indicting
scapegoats
subpar
dogmatist
in DEMONIC DIATRIBE
eschewing
impartial
testament
veracity
disparaged
Asinine Asymmetry
raucous
sweeping
presage
emanating
palpably
from VEHEMENT ESPOUSER
flagrant
vacuous
utterance
neurotic
trivialist
with FATUOUS FLAMBOYANCE
underpinning
risible
posture
detachment
anathema
utterly bewildered
I stood by the nightfall
of stilly midsummer
withering away
with my
westward companion
the glimmering light
of former fears
and penitent pocketbook
faded in a distance
and the imperious presage
of perfunctory morrow
drifted with driftwood
into the vast greenish seas
then the evening was renewed
with foliage flavor
willows and poplars
entwined and enthralled
and according to accordion
divine divers live in flatlands
Brooding sky, soaked in red,
cloudless, hidden eyes instead.
Dripping landscapes, broken lines,
burning planet, space and time.
Too much weight to drag and tow
shadow captain pilots know.
Raging currents, reckless whims,
presage flatter, calming conditions.
Her vessel floats alone, she drifts
with battle scars and sleepless lists,
trails of wreckage, the foaming sea,
in her wake I follow distantly.
Myths of luck like rudders hold
legacies, the stuff of stories told.
The Lord is compassionate,
And so are you
At heaven's loft
There are people at the cross
Angels don't cry
Demons drools
Sweets are Orchids midst the dew,
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies
Life's so presage try not to die
Rotten is the flesh
That grows maggot farms
The rod of God swings strong
the air is warm,
And so is your smile.
A moonlight is beautiful,
Just like you
Morning Lucifer?
3/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©