"auguring" poems
Bush Ranger, Bush Ranger, what ridge do you roam?
Law dogs come a call’in and you ain’t at home.
Hear the hounds bay’in, hard on your trail.
They’ll slather and snap til you flee Caesar’s pale.
From mountains to prairies to islands in seas
Break ground with a pick, lay line on your knees.
Bring the sweet water from bubbling springs
to bathe green babies and see sprouting wings.
Flowers appear in the late summer sun,
auguring rewards in days almost come.
Layering blossoms build the great buds,
sticky and fragrant with crystals of love.
Late in the evening on a new moon’s fall night,
feet pad through shadows pierced by flashlights.
Not a word is spoken as the plants are shorn,
lightened of the harvest for which they were born
Bush Ranger, Bush Ranger, what ridge do you roam?
Law dogs come a call’in and you ain’t at home.
With shovels and buckets and pockets of seeds
you’re a sowing the wide world with Solomon’s ****
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
our second of two lasses conceived
sometimes within a blink
the exact moment auguring conception
difficult to identify or pinpoint
whence seminal liquid
********** from a ******* *****
birth of second daughter thyself and spouse created
while immersed in the ****** drink
generally occurred during
our naked lunch sans primal cop
yule la shun, via carousing with amorousness
when a seminal dollop
of passion circa May 1998 that pregnant verity
became definitive when the ultrasound
evinced a miniscule glop
pronounced by obstetrician and gynecologist
with an impending due date
yet unpredictable until the wife did evince
a swelling abdominal area, an ordinary fate
once pregnancy without doubt
ascertained both of felt great
lee excited at prospect thee eldest
would become “big” sister,
which less than total devoted attention
she would naturally hate
upon begetting youngest punim
indubitably saw her (Eden) irate
yet any jealousy temporarily deferred, offset
and thwarted upon the birth
of Shana, whose anniversary
she exited birth canal when a dearth
of being cocooned in the womb
suddenly necessitated adjusting to life on Earth
when formerly inducing
a bulge within the uterine hearth
and this papa nearly nineteen years
wept tears of joyful delight
with a complete set of anatomical features,
and gender as the girl found wife excite
head, cuz decision asper circumcision,
a moot point re difficult conscience fight
club and prediction as per average adult height
of female progeny, number two found the sight
a biologically whipped miracle I held tight.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
And as they spake soccer took Millie,
by the troubled shore of the city,
in the morning, out of his mind, John,
Daniel, And they all journeyed from
the wheat of the Chinese shadow to the
wall, one to Satan for the talents of
broken off, at least to the teeth, its own
sphere to flee, to seek the hidden things
of the monster is foolish in the city of the abstract,
then stand on the eve of the fame
of their *** mom's **** and warm,
and I loved the glory of the witch
to live in a clear manner,
of the other blonde's hairy daughters, I turned to my Laura,
almost at gunpoint to the merit of the origin of evil,
knowing the disciples: Laying the fingers of force
that the flames
ascended yech, the sacred kisses on the bottom,
and that she felt his thin knees in the sight of the Jews,
not made lean, all male in his right leather pouch,
and the songs of the breadth of the motion
of the planet a teenager himself
to return to the Holy Spirit to speak auguring an example,
it is the evidence which is in his cool flesh
to wander up to a strange
women,
looking at his **** & taking her by hand
saying, look here!
it is enough for the lover to die,
so that he, together
with the new corporation,
goes out to the streets of the falling leaves,
sweat socks hanging to dry, | and the scribes
came to meet me,
to give thanks to the pen of a living poet
who was ***** himself as part,
of a part of the sixth leading ||| to | | | |
||| XXXX XXXX ** ||| | the |
from the definition ||
of the senior football team pointing
to the image of the goddess,
at any time Woolf turned herself
to the sport more than to an invisible,
yeah,
Drugs were looked at as naked Lamentations
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Gathering what's left of me.
Parts missing, gears drop out.
Fuel still flowing
oozing in the twisted steel.
Does not ignite, does not blast
does not produce any work.
Snoring and hissing,
auguring advance…
Merely agonizing,
even if I do not deem so.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
I am runningshuffling awaytowards meyou
Underover inout updown
My skin’s creepingcrawling a walkjogruntrot
offon myyour bodybuddy
stuckmoving througharound
my contentupset stageaudience
screamwhispers whyhow iamamnot
happysadgladangrydisgustefplease
I do not not want to not not want whatwhowherewhenwhyhow
Iknowyesnomaybeso can’trepeat canremember
the questionanswer problemsolution
Dramaticpragmatic topsyturvy jaggedcurvy
butteredunbutterflied catapillcocoonsburyresurrect
christanpagan nonnotunsmoking holysacrilege
donundone wonlost underover sunmoonlightdark
Singsungsanging a lullabyanthemrhymenomore
Instagrams socialanticipation partwholly couthun
Kaurrupillaurelsfordrivel I wantneedtogostay
Writeunwrite my thoughtswords publishredact
alovehate wedunwed wonlost wasneverwas
realitydreamsoffairunfairaffairsofheartstreamgulch
Hereliesstandsthere once wasis afairyunjust conprehensivegyst of tallsmall taletelltolduntold
I want to not not want you wantneed youme
to alwaysnever nowthen so I cancouldshouldwill
be presentpassive in athe time of troublesuccess
so wemeyoutheythemus werearewillmightbe
awareunaware silent and listen have the same lettersvowelsconsonantssoundsunsounds
Shakespeare shookshakes spearssparszounds
Inoutupdownleftright lifedeathcradlegrave
~
NM
01/08/20
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
Your Calling
I was talking with my husband about
What a blessing and how pivotal
It is to hit upon or feel the urge
Toward some profession,
Way of life or some vocation;
Trade or craft that calls you:
Which is why they call it calling.
Some pull which you can’t resist,
Insisting, splurging all it has,
That spurs you on,
A something giving you a kiss,
Summoning and intervening
(But which doesn’t always happen,
There not being any app
To lead the way).
Some just ‘have it’,
Never entering their heads to
Chase or fall into another path.
Lucky they who craft or hath
The gift or talent and good luck
To never buck the system,
Or its converse, follow hollowly
Right into mediocrity,
Stuck on levels never-growing,
Always burrowing and furrowing
The earth, the brow
Never to get somewhere no how.
Say a prayer if you’re not there yet.
Find your groove and move to bare it.
Sleepily or creepingly, but ardently in heart and mind
Till you find the calling key;
Use it in tranquility and fervor -
They go hand in hand, auguring well -
Passion can be quiet too.
You deserve a calling.
Serve the calling coming to you.
Your Calling 2.27.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Revelations Big & Small; Definitely Didactic; Arlene Corwin
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
The plenipotentiary Three Sisters
Urbanities upwelling fate
Never ending, still beginning
Never done but ever ongoing
Like the Web of Penelope;
Succouring the leftmost invulnerable
Vanguardist, Seirizzim, hermeneutically
Succinct sowing the longitudinal
Herald wind of talaria auguring
Newly the rogatory long finger
Of cephalomancy reaping
Harmatiology's whirlwind-
Word for word and letter for letter.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC