Short Prescient Poems
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How real can you be…
how prescient can you become
How long can the moment last
—to choose or to then believe
(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)
When monokus become molecules
and Mardi Gras is Mata Hari
Things start looking pretty scary, so
If view arm an mis rist
It tim c optmtris
A younger friend
an older soul
Both prescient
and most wise
Her light that burns
a gift to all
Hippocrates’
— to shine
(To Pending Doctor Anais Vionet: November, 2025)
"The moon’s crescent is prescient"
sigh I to my love
"presaging this lovely night's evanescence"
"Your eloquence is senescent"
she parodies
Dying in the coal mine ...
a Poet saw it first
His warning prescient
prenotion strong
To those who listen
to those who hear
The end beginning
— all swans in song
(The New Room: June, 2024)
The end of my life
brings newfound freedom
wrapping around me
like the wings of a dream
Lifting me off
and carrying me selfward
dropping me prescient
—to depths once unseen
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Dare I sail
into the moonlight
to greet wandering shadows
that beckon in whispers
and trace paths
with luminous thready fingers
through sentinels of razor wire
who parade prescient
before glaring chasms
of untested fathoms.
Can knowledge surpass
a belief you hold true
Diametrically prescient
when thrust unto you
Is faith but the jailer
of transcendence restrained
With truth serving time
—in a captive domain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
OMEN
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings impart a curse
Omen of darkest consequence
Outcomes perceived by prescient sense
Oppress the spirit, damn the day
Emotion is not a word
a whisper brings a kiss
It's passion
touchy feely
an instinct
relating really...
It's prescient
perceptive
fervent
so sensitive...
It's sentiment
insight
excitment
feelings alight..
Emotion is not a word
a whisper brings a kiss
Victory is a song unwritten,
whose words beget the score
With truth in play, all time relayed,
past battles, future wars
Yesterday winless, tomorrow tied,
the moment zero sum
The hour prescient, each second dear
—glory still unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Most miserable
when she’s happy
Most shameful
when she’s proud
Most prescient
when unconscious
Most distant
in a crowd
Most forthright
when not speaking
Most giving
when denied
Most secret
when she’s telling all
Most dead
—but still alive
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
A broken wing
in death’s chicane
Where pigeons fall
unending pain
A blinded flock
to circle down
As fangs await
both wolves and hounds
While far above
a falcon stalks
Vision prescient
it never balks
A broken wing
once clipped in fear
the raptors chase
—with canids near
(The New Room: October, 2023)
Why then poetry …
why not prose
the answer prescient
to those who know
On wings of light
it comes unsought
abrupting time
on breezes caught
Why then poetry …
the world in verse
within whose lines
the Bards converse
The oldest questions
age sublime
within its torrent
—within its rhyme
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Write it big
Write it strong
Write it eternal,
…a poets song
Make your words clear
Make right from wrong
The message short,
…the meaning long
This time only lent
The whispers uncloud
The opening prescient,
…reasons abound
Write it forever
Write it out loud
Within the moment,
…happening now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
OMENS
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings imparting curse
Yet outcomes told by prescient sense
With omens of dark consequence
May be belied restoring sight
Of hope; see yon horizon bright
[Poem in 8x8 form]
Submitted to:-
Contest: Unrest of Spirit
Sponsor: Julia Ward
22 November 2018
Darkness never proffered the pure pleasure of the sun
Its predatory prescient presence was never any fun
The light of reason helps to show a way to live the night
To guide the steps a man must take to wake in dawning light
To sleep to dream to plan to live to love to work to build
A stair of turning upward steps till darkness is revealed
As nothing more than simply lack of light
Form:
She wrote Bits N Bots
A terrific, prescient poem
I suffer bots, bots, ads, and data thieves
(We all might be the last)
But she came with bouquet of words
To the funeral of my tree
There were only four attending:
My wife, myself, one neighbor, & Linda
Social media, life, friends keep us busy
I understand
Not everyone can come to
Unusual
Funerals
Still ... do think of our environment
Always
There’s knowledge
in the world
for only
the captive
Insight
on the other
hand
prescient to roam
No ceiling
to happiness
but a floor
to sorrow
Direction
a vagrant
that goes
where it goes
Spoken
in cadence
our oaths
are rechanted
Carrying
voices
through moments
on loan
Traveling
together
in blind
expectation
Questions
awaiting
in freedoms
—unknown
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Poetry — Easy
Poetry — Hard
Words — To Decide
Truth — Zero Sum
**********
Free To Disagree
We don’t always agree
but are free to take issue
With differing minds
— that our Founder’s defend
**********
First & Last
Say something ...
with every word
spoke or then written
heard or unheard
With every word
free a new moment
Eternally prescient
— divorcing from time
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
There seems to be,
at least for me,
an important difference
between wanting to change
properties
and their traumatized people,
and wanting to heal
toxic feelings and beliefs.
When I exhale
into
and on
and under,
side by side
and through
and inside Earth's therapeutic climate,
I do not expect to change Earth culture,
but I do hope to heal too passive separation,
lack of deep breathing
synergetically together
prescient intimacy.
Joseph Robinette Biden
for years he's been quite a statesman
as senator then as vice-president,
now POTUS he thinks himself prescient.
He is our own President Biden,
when his lips move you know he is lyin',
he thinks we don't see
he's mad as can be~
no joke, this country is dyin'.
The Big Guy will jail his number one rival
to ensure his own political survival.
He is without moral integrity,
which way the wind blows there he will be!
When buying clothes with buttons
Often they include a spare,
So if you find one missing
You’re all set for the repair.
It’s quite a handy custom,
For a button often pops
And usually we’re unaware
Of how and where it drops.
Providing extra buttons
Is both prescient and astute,
Preventing people’s wasting time
In matching-up pursuit.
I wish that other sellers
Would adopt this policy;
I’d never miss an earring
If each pair instead had three!
for Black Eyed Susan's Button Contest
My missing gloves turned up today
(Good thing – I was distraught)
Inside the pockets of a jacket
I forgot I bought.
The lesson of this incident
Is that we really ought
To leave no stone unturned
Until we find what we have sought.
A search that’s merely cursory
Will yield, as wisdom’s taught,
A disappointing outcome,
All your efforts come to naught.
But diligence will show results
That laziness has fought,
So “seek and ye shall find” remains
A wise and prescient thought.