Introducing Nosedradadamous and His Unknown Prophecies

Earlier this week I thought it was done. Our troubles were over because the Rapture was coming! The end of free speech as we know it was no longer an issue. Neither was the fact that the country I love is ruled by a petty, infantile tyrant with no guardrails and a failing brain who will stop at nothing to get his way, including threatening Freedom of Speech.

Like many, I have turned to friends to address my issues with this presidency. I found one who agreed with me, but he pointed out that he predicted all this, well, long ago. It was all written down in his unreleased Prophecies. He gave me permission to share these with you. Provided I also include his self portrait. I hope you find his words as enlightening as I did once I got around the irritating “I told you so” aspect of them.

The Nosedradadamous Prophecies

One national order will arise
held up by hands so small—
the great land teeters, no more a prize…
The world watches the long fall.

The files of justice were flushed—
we take the word of ones who lie.
The great mouse has hushed,
but the loud one doesn’t comply!

A man of law is now the hunted;
political rival trumps up charges.
The sword of justice is blunted
in courtrooms flooded by largesse.

Across the ocean, they are not shy,
shaking heads at what they’ve seen,
while in the divided land we cry:
“Release the files of Epstein!”

My friend says he may release more of his prophecies later on, but he put them through a rigorous editing process, which often makes them come out after the event they prophesy…but he refuses to release unedited work! (I have to kind of respect that.)

National Poetry Month: Fortune Cookie Poetry 11, “Love yourself first and everything falls into line.”

Again, I drew a blank on this one. I felt a little bit targeted, actually, as I struggle every single day with this issue. Too many yesterdays behind me, too many tomorrows ahead. My lines are all crooked.

So this was a good exercise for me. Because my complaints are really fairly small and temporary.

I won’t lie, it started out as a sonnet, but the rhyme scheme didn’t work out, so I ended up making it a four-stanza quatrain poem.

Hope you enjoy!

Photo and poem copyright 2024 Michelle Garren-Flye
Love yourself first and everything falls into line.

Loving Life
By Michelle Garren-Flye

The wild, windy walk uncurled your hair,
but don’t cry about life not being fair.
Over the weekend you gained a pound,
but that’s no reason to come unwound.

You had to skip dance class to mow the lawn,
but it’s no use being sad or withdrawn.
So what if your accountant says you may owe tax?
Sometimes things fall through cracks.

After all, the walk was fun to take,
And that pound came from a birthday cake.
Your lawn looks green in today’s rain,
and taxes were once paid in grain.

To be honest, you’re really not that bad!
Loving life you do well, I might add.
You’re doing good, everyone’s fine;
all your ducks are in a line.