"presentiments" poems
If any vision should reveal
Thy likeness, I might count it vain
As but the canker of the brain;
Yea, tho' it spake and made appeal
To chances where our lots were cast
Together in the days behind,
I might but say, I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past.
Yea, tho' it spake and bared to view
A fact within the coming year;
And tho' the months, revolving near,
Should prove the phantom-warning true,
They might not seem thy prophecies,
But spiritual presentiments,
And such refraction of events
As often rises ere they rise.
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I guess you'll be angry,
after reading what I wrote
So I suggest you cool down,
and my feelings here I quote:
"I always thought this was a show,
A silly game teens play
Hormones flowing with the flow,
A game destined to decay.
Never heard romantic songs
because I could not relate to them.
Thought all this was nonsense,
'cause I am too young to understand.
I know you despise all this,
I once despised it too.
But when I met you I realized,
there is a different view.
Some things are better
said than been withheld.
Because they make your eyes wetter
and come back when you are eld.
Although I've told you this before
and I believe I'm self aware,
I thought I would once again
like to clear the air.
That day, I wanted to forget you,
'cause I know how it ends.
Leaving two beings dismal,
never risking themselves again.
You told me it is momentary,
that it will go away.
But it’s just the contrary,
And I think about you everyday.
Once again, I may sound like a flake,
but I want you to know.
Your parents must be very proud,
your heart is as pure as snow.
I know you don't feel the same way
though I'm your best friend,
I just wanted you to be aware
That this fool is in love with you, now comprehend.
Alas! I'm running out of words again,
and I have nothing else left to write.
And at the same time,
have a heap of feelings to recite.
This is the best I can do,
The poem is my gift to you.
But if you tell me your honest presentiments
I'd still be friends
and never talk about this again."
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
It was a quick loud sound
The cabin over-heated
***** no longer thin
Elegant words will not do here
Long buildings hang outside
It is a Logging camp with
a prisoner poet
Pacing the creaking floor all night
I race to the back door
Fall into the thicket with one foot
caught in mud
Rain came with a rip and roar
My brown fingers freed myself
Absolute power is a vortex of insanity
Reason has lost its exaltation
The Masters of poetry are laughing
Presentiments long shadow was ignored
The sun will go down
My poet will be lost in the thicket
This, a vision of my world..
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:13 AM UTC
I awoke with a need,
with presentiments from bad dreams;
detached from feeling, I hear it sing:
a grandfather’s clock, untimely,
boxes and a piano with no tuning.
a walk through high hills and chalk walls,
towards a fervid green memory -
no ash to see and no burnt bodies.
now, with this perturbed heartbeat,
the ghosts and
goners will
meet
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 6:37 PM UTC
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Embowered within a leafy glade
where virtues vapours float in air
inhaled in spectres fervency
released by Prospero’s wand.
Flexile dreams unleavened yet
will rise to inspiration’s zest
presentiments of what will be
maintain a station deep within.
As ships which rail upon the sea
and thoughts which float on dimpled plains
when furnished by a pen these dreams
will sit in frames of antique gold.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:02 AM UTC
the minute it hit me
felt like the devil was kissing me
trying to drown me lovingly
caressing my face
as he sent me to a darker place
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC