A Stormy Night
A stormy night,
Wild winds and thunder bolts
Jolt the tin-shed homes.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Cloudburst (terzanelle)
The clouds are dark as the night
until the sky opens it sluices
with here and there light
pouring down gathered juices
with wild bolts of blue-white thunder
until the sky opens it sluices
with lightning falling with feelers, ready to plunder
splitting trees, setting the veldt alight
with wild bolts of blue-white thunder
bashing down, and people flee in fright
and hail, thunder and rain pelts down
splitting trees, setting the veldt alight
splattering in fury, causing people to drown
and man and beast is desolate
and hail, thunder and rain pelts down
with people struggling past fear, past hope, past hate.
The clouds are dark as the night
and man and beast is desolate
with here and there light.
poem by Gert Strydom
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In Thou dark stormy Night
All alone in the night
All alone with my own fright
A lightning strikes, runs across the dead black sky
I am alone
but I wonder, why?
In Thou dark stormy night
In Thou dark stormy night
I call your name with all my might
All alone hanging in the night
My arms are sore, my soul is light
I hear the thunder, in the cloudy black sky
I am scared
but I don't know, why?
In Thou dark stormy night
in Thou dark stormy night
I call your name with all my might
Inside Your house in the night
Calling Your name with all my might
Father! Father! Why have you forsaken me?
'You must die so my people can be free.'
In Thou dark stormy night
In Thou dark stormy night
Jesus drew his final breath
Saving us all from our own eternal death
poem by Summer Song
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At times I wonder
At times I wonder
why stormy winds
daily rock’s my life
and to where
life’s seasons
are taking me
and if I will stand alone
in life’s winter.
Sometimes I just want to understand
why thunder bolts
threaten my existence.
Where are my spring
and summer fading to
when early winter
are already leaving
it’s first signs
in my life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ye Mariners of England
Ye Mariners of England,
That guard our native seas,
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze,
Your glorious standard launch again
To match another foe,
And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The spirits of your fathers
Shall start from every wave,
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And Ocean was their grave.
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
Britannia needs no bulwarks,
No towers along the steep:
Her march is o'er the mountain-waves,
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak
She quells the floods below
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow!
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy winds do blow!
The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,
Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow!
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.
poem by Thomas Campbell
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It’s pressing hot
It’s pressing hot
and the air begs for rain
and in the distance
thunder bolts lights up the horizon
while grey black clouds
are pressed together ominous.
Suddenly the first drop
hangs on your cheek
and meanders down
with some friends
and drops become
pouring rain
that falls in buckets full
and now there’s thunder
that reports everywhere around us.
Still you stand amazed
as if stuck to the spot
to catch the cool embrace
and I run
to the shed
to stay dry.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spring Rain
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth
And lightning scrawled on the sky.
The passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain,
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light's stain.
With the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say. . . .
I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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What's Between The Lines...
The clouds roll in,
the thunder roars,
another stormy night,
elegant in it's own way,
the lightning strikes,
the thunder crashes,
the rain ever so clever,
seeps through the slightest cracks,
the night ever so fragile,
now,
caressed in the motionless fog,
the fog ever so graceful,
never doth touch the dark damp ground,
the ground ever so cold,
stares wide-eyed at the world around,
and watches as the clouds subside,
the thunder and lightning,
one again hide,
and the storm is gone,
now again,
the sun may shine.
poem by Linda Kessler
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Crying Rain
Sea of rain falls
Quiet hour is all mine
Thunder in the distance
Love is in the winds
It gathers then ebbs
Dogs hide under the bed
Children sleep with mother
It mixes with the ribald night
Unconscious as a new ghost
Vivacious and wild
How lucky I am to enjoy it
Edgar Allen Poe revels
Stormy eyes of worldly delight
Delirious and sanguine desire
Light the candles
Censure all sophistry
A storm is so sensual
Repent of your wickedness
Earth is washed like a wedding
Lightening flashes behind the pines
Silhouettes and shadows dance
Haunted swirls of the crying rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Stormy Seas
wild waves rock my soul
never-ending thunder rolls
darkness had prevailed
haiku by Marius Alexandru (July 2020)
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That Rain
Thunder starts rolling in
As it fell from the skys
Rain
Oh how it knows me so
As I stand underneath it
While I welcomed it with wide open arms
With my head facing the lightning bolts up ahead
The rain drops upon my face
Like welcoming kisses
As the thunder roared louder than the mightiest lion
As the lightning bolts lit up the sky brighter than Vegas itself
I twirled in the rain
Not caring who saw
In that rain
That rain I welcomed ever so
That rain which had the softest touch I had ever felt
poem by Storm Pedersen
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Winter storm
Storm clouds spread
like a sinister monster
blurring out the moon
and stars
and the night is black
and all natural light
is blotted out.
Flying rain is set alight
by creeping thunder bolts
that spread over the dark sky
and crab like
twists pinching here and there.
Fog is in the meadows
and creeps up to higher places
to be everywhere
and it’s icy
and the chill freezes.
Big rocks of hail
fall like bombs
from the sky
and crush and dent
before they splatter
Around the house
bolts thunder
and plants are beaten to threads
and branches whip
upon the roof.
The power is cut
and every thing outside
is really dark,
but sparks hisses and flies
from the hot fireplace
at the chimney.
Candles burn romantic
in the hot lounge
while we share supper
and drink dark red wine
from crystal glasses.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thunder Showers In Winter
Sometimes I wonder about the kind of chance
that in the winter here tonight
just before the daybreak
thunder bolt upon thunder bolt might dance
in their blind white glare
when rain suddenly begins to pour down
from a cloudless sky
while blue-white bolts of thunder do report.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Stormy Sky
Oh, oh darlin,
Little darlin,
Did you ever see such a stormy sky?
Its never been like this before.
All the people,
Theyre runnin.
Evrybodys tryn to hide,
To get away from that stormy sky.
Perhaps its a sign
Of what were headed for.
Were under a stormy sky,
Watchin the clouds roll by.
But wont you let me keep you warm,
And leave the storm outside?
Its only a stormy sky.
I feel it.
Do you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Feels like were in for a stormy night,
But I cant see a cloud in sight.
I see it.
Do you see it?
Cant you see it,
See that warning in that stormy sky.
But perhaps its gonna pass us by,
So dont you cry.
Theres nowhere we can hide.
But if you hold me tight,
I know that well be all right.
Tomorrow well laugh about it;
Greet the mornin light.
Its only a stormy sky.
Were under a stormy sky,
Watchin the clouds roll by.
But therell be another dawn
To clear the storm away,
And we will be all right.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You are caught in moments
You are caught in moments
in passion like a kite pulling,
where you hang in wild winds
in a frolicking flight and still you are scared,
every moment is emphasized.
You are caught in moments
at your own insistence
want to pull me down in yearning
where you hang in wild winds
but sometimes it’s as if you are longing,
want to shelter against me,
you are caught in moments
want to break away in the song of the wind,
still you leave an impression
where you hang in wild winds,
you are searching in impulse and desire
with nails that you put into my back,
you are caught in moments
where you hang in wild winds.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Winter Moonlight
LOUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing
Many a tune;
Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going
Over the moon;
Mystic night, that each minute changes,
Now as blue as the mountain-ranges
Far, far away;
Now as black as a heart where strange is
Joy, night or day.
Wondrous moonlight, unlike all moonlights
Since I was born;
That on a hundred, bright as noonlights,
Looks in slow scorn,--
Moonlights where the old vine-leaves quiver,
Moonlights shining on vale and river,
Where old paths lie;
Moonlights--Night, blot their like forever
Out of the sky!
Hail, new moonlight, fierce, wild, and stormy,
Wintry and bold!
Hail, sharp wind, that can strengthen, warm me,
If ne'er so cold!
Not chance-driven this deluge rages,
ONE doth pour out and ONE assuages;
Under His hand
Drifting, Noah-like, into the ages
Shall touch land.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Wild Night
As you brush your shoes
And stand before the mirror
And you comb your hair
And grab your coat and hat
And you walk, wet streets
Tryin to remember
All the wild breezes
In your memry ever.
And evrything looks so complete
When youre walkin out on the street
And the wind catches your feet
And sends you flyin, cryin
Ooh-wee!
The wild night is calling.
And all the girls walk by
Dressed up for each other
And the boys do the boogie-woogie
On the corner of the street
And the people passin by
Just stare in wild wonder
And the inside juke-box
Roars out just like thunder.
And everything looks so complete...
The wild night is calling
The wild night is calling
Come on out and dance
Come on out and make romance....
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Impundulu
When in summer
stormy clouds gather
and chains of blue-white thunder
comes flaming down, sneaks nearer and neared
Impundulu is flying,
souring high into the air
with its blazing eyes looking everywhere
and something has disturbed its resting place,
in the giant tamboti tree
that roots in the cliffs,
into the very heart of the earth,
that branches into the clouds,
the place of the upper waters
and when the rain starts pouring
as if without end, the medicine man,
the witchdoctor, the Inyanga
puts secret herbs, magic spices
coming from the dark cliffs
in a cooking pot
that he applies to every doorpost
of the native village
believing that it has the ability
to keep the bird of thunder away
while it's exploding voice is drawing closer,
small bolts frizzles, fire erupts where it gazes
and the power of its claws and beak
shatters even the hardest rocks
and in the village huts the children
are scared to even breathe,
their mothers and fathers pray
to the Almighty God,
to Unkulunkulu, the Big-Big One
to keep the bird of thunder away.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Illiteracy
some homes breed love
some homes breed hatred
some homes breed moderation
some homes breed extremes
some homes breed worldliness
some homes breed racism
some homes breed kindness
somehomes breed religious bigotry
throw in illiteracy and any country would be bloom to bits
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Doubting Heart
WHERE are the swallows fled?
Frozen and dead,
Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore.
O doubting heart!
Far over purple seas
They wait, in sunny ease,
The balmy southern breeze,
To bring them to their northern homes once more.
Why must the flowers die?
Prison’d they lie
In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain.
O doubting heart!
They only sleep below
The soft white ermine snow,
While winter winds shall blow,
To breathe and smile upon you soon again.
The sun has hid its rays
These many days;
Will dreary hours never leave the earth?
O doubting heart!
The stormy clouds on high
Veil the same sunny sky,
That soon (for spring is nigh)
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.
Fair hope is dead, and light
Is quench’d in night.
What sound can break the silence of despair?
O doubting heart!
Thy sky is overcast,
Yet stars shall rise at last,
Brighter for darkness past,
And angels’ silver voices stir the air.
poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
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Stormy
Stormy you are the sunshine, baby, whenever you smile
But I call you stormy today
All of a sudden that ol rain is fallin down
And my world is cloudy and gray
Youve gone away
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Old stormy stormy
Yesterdays love was alive, the warm summer breeze
But like the weather you changed
Now things are dreary, baby, windy and cold
And I stand alone in the rain
Callin out your name
Stormy stormy
Stormy stormy
Come back to me stormy
Stormy stormy
Bring back that sunny day
Guitar solo
Yesterdays love was alive, the warm summer breeze
But like the weather you changed
Now things are dreary, baby, windy and cold
And I stand alone in the rain
Callin out your name
Whoa! stormy
Stormy, come back to me stormy
Stormy, come back to me stormy
Come on home! stormy
Bring back that sunny day
Guitar solo 2
song performed by by Santana
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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