Nature's Vengeance
on the eye of the storm
you must see the cause of nature's outburst
if any boat insists
the whirlpool shall swallow lives
the wind shall crumple
the metallic wings
of the traveler
like us our eyes speak also
when our souls are tossed on a stormy sea
we only need to wait a little time
when the storm subsides
and then we begin again to speak
the tenderness of love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The tempest
I saw the Lord God fishing
while we were sailing
on a stormy sea
and gigantic waves were crashing
while He cast His lines in
landing here and there
and later landing almost everywhere.
The lines of God were blue-white
hitting the ocean and some the boat
and while the storm ripped, tossed us
to and fro
that ship almost came apart.
His lines thundered in sizzling the water
where they fell
running up through the pitch black clouds
and no gale force wind, no raging storm sea
could deny His will
while His lines
with thundering flame came in
and I looked up into that howling sky
with rain bashing against me,
wanting to see Him
and heard the sea scream
in its anger, saw the torrent wind
ripping the sails to shreds
and the storm died down instead
with a great rainbow
against the horizon up ahead
and His lines were all gone
and I didn’t see one more
and the boat set a new course
to reach the shore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Falling.
Flipped over and tossed.
Lies.
Thrown into the violent storm of the ocean,
I have no where to go, aimlessly drifting in the brutal tides,
Its not so bad,
sooner or later,
The storm will end,
but,
...there will always be another storm,
And
There will always be another bad day.
So come and get me rescue boat,
Or have you too,
been tossed into the ocean?
poem by Leonardo Atticus
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Calming the Storm (Bible Poems for Children)
Jesus told his disciples, come with
me,
By boat, we'll sail across the sea.
He slept on a cushion, in the stern,
The salty water, made his eyes burn.
As he slept, a storm began,
Sweeping, could not see the land.
It threatened to swamp the boat.
Very hard to keep it afloat.
The wind was blowing it all around,
Capturing the boat with an awful
sound.
The disciples afraid, the boat would
sink,
Screamed Save us, save us, do you
think.
Jesus stood up, and softly spoke,
The storm obeyed, The storm was
broke.
The disciples marveled, who was he,
That could control, the wind and sea.
poem by Heather Burns
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Something Plain
something so plain is as obvious as
both of you
very well understand
there is that tinge of
little pains
but on a stormy day like this
both of you
have no time yet to speak about it
you wait
when the day is clear when the storm is over
it is plain and obvious and both of you know
that you really understand it
but you still do not speak about it
like, someone is knocking at your door
and both of you
knows who that visitor is
but you do not open the door
you keep pretending
there is no one in this house
no one
not even the past voices
of children
not even a hand
waving goodbye
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Speak Low
Kurt weill / ogden nash
Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, were swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go that tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon
Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief
Were late, darling, were late
The curtain descends, evrything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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At The Port Of Kolambugan
the news is that
another storm is coming
and our boat is still on this port
that we fear
for once there was terror here
a bomb exploded
planted by this unknown terrorist
and many died
the boat was burned
and many bodies still burning
jumped and drowned in the sea
most of them
children and women
i am sensing the colder wind
from the sea
the touch of the
coming storm
i can sense its strength
while i wait
for the decision whether
to go sailing or not
so we can reach the
other island facing us
with a warm welcome
i look for a sign
and see this pigeon
hovering above
my head
as though saying
warning
do not,
i have all the reasons
to listen
we sleep here for the night
we shall let this storm pass
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Riding Through The Storm
The winds of life will blow
Theyre sure to come and go
They meet me at a time when Im calm and feeling fine
But the captain of my soul is always on board
He rocks me in his arms
While Im riding through the storm
While riding through the storm
Jesus hold me in his arms
And I am not afraid of the stormy winds and the rains
Although clouds become high
Jesus holds me while I ride
I find safety in the masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
I have no fear on the raging sea
Knowing jesus is there for me
He can speak to the winds and the wave
And make them behave
All powers in his hand
On sea or dry land
I find safety in my masters arms
While Im riding through a storm
Riding through a storm
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The fear of death was in their eyes
The fear of death was in their eyes
waves filled the boat to their surprise.
Then through the storm a voice was heard
the encouraging voice of the Good shepherd.
He'd seen His sheep struggling with their fear
and came to comfort them and to draw near.
They heard Him speak the words 'Fear not'
and amidst the storm their fears forgot.
'If it's You Jesus' Peter said to the Lord
'Bid me come to You, I'll obey your word.'
The command to come he heard from You
Gazing into Your face Peter's faith grew.
Putting his fears to one side courageously
he stepped outside the boat onto the sea.
Then he began to think 'What have I done'
and took his eyes off of God's Only Son.
He saw the wind and waves come crashing down
and became afraid thinking he would drown.
Taking his eyes off the Lord in horror
distracted by the waves and the winds roar.
'Lord save me' Peter cried out in his fear.
Jesus reached out for He was standing near
and then lifted him back inside the boat
back into safety he was kept afloat.
Sailing this earthly sea we experience fears.
The storms of life can bring such tears.
When He calls us to step out of the boat
eyes fixed on Jesus will keep us afloat.
For our hearts of fear the Lord can transform
and by faith in Him we can face the storm.
With are eyes firmly fixed upon the Lord
we can step out of the boat obeying His word.
written after reading Matthew 14: 22-31
Riders Of The Storm
Sight a brand new horizon
Ascending from the hearts of those who couldnt see
The decline of man, the final stage of war
Spectral forces of mankind
Were all trapped inside the core of the machine
Our time has come to find a way back home
We seek our destiny in thee
In the eye of the storm
A genesis is born, reborn
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
Phantom powers rule the earth
Descending down, controling you and me
What is left to see, is it all but a dream
On the inside looking out
Kept within a cage, behind a false facade
They cant keep us down cause our strenght is our will
We dream of a genesis reborn
Where our spirits fly free
Let us choose our own destiny
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
Speak the word of Nemesis
Call for thunder call for rain
Let us meet our Genesis
Save us from the unholy pain
Solo: Oscar
Lead: both
Riders of the storm one with the wind, defenders of creation
Riders of the storm aligned with the sun
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And Then I Begin To Understand
what stones are
their missions
and then i begin to relate
with cliffs
and sands and shorelines
and waves and
deep oceans
and then i know what that image is
a boat in the middle of the sea
tossed by a storm
with nowhere to land
and then i know
who i am.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Furious Storm!
A furious storm of wind rose up and,
The heavens beat over the boat of love;
But, give me the sweet juice of love and,
Let me drink it in the name of your muse;
Because, i am very thirsty in this storm! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Whom; It May The Wind Blows You
I saw the drunken man on the 16th street
used the dark red raincoat
He was drunk without a head
(but) riding his heart
Walk into Glen-arm
Blinded his words
There was no wind blows
But the words always stuck in an old Oak tree
(from) A distant land
The pieces of memories
Powerless into sound pieces are now
in the country that everyone should speak
Even to speak on his own
In the wind, even in passing by people
who do not know
I see the drunken man,
sitting in a pushed wheelchair
grumbling about love
It's not belong to the wind but
to whom I will never know
I am just a traveler, traveler
who recorded all not by malice
I promised the cool breeze of the mountain
(16th Street Denver,21 Oct 2010)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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The fishermen of Gallilee
The fishermen of Gallilee, disciples of Jesus, called to be,
Learning how to live by Faith, they obeyed when He said 'follow Me.'
They went out to fish with their nets one very stormy night,
And as a storm blew up, they saw Him walk and got a fright;
They thought it was a ghost, But they soon found out,
It was Jesus walking there, and soon their boat came about.
Another time when they were on the sea, as Jesus did stand and talk,
He then said we'll go the other side by boat, we won't walk;
And as they started out with their boats into the deep,
Jesus went to the back of the boat, and went to sleep.
Now as they travelled, the weather changed, and a storm did blow,
And the Fishermen came so afraid, Fear was all they did know;
They went to Jesus and woke Him, then said don't you really care,
That we're in danger, but why couldn't they realize, Jesus was there;
Jesus then stood up, rebuked the storm, and the storm quietened down,
Jesus said Peace, and peace came, No longer their faces did frown.
The fishermen learnt many things, and so do learn them, it's so,
That trusting in Jesus, for everyone, is the only way to go;
But with trust and faith, helps us to cope in life,
When sin causes us to go wrong, brings about strife;
Just keep on believing, and try not to doubt,
You too like the fishermen, you'll no longer pout.
poem by Margaret Haig
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The Morning Fog
The light
Begin to bleed,
Begin to breathe,
Begin to speak.
Dyou know what?
I love you better now.
I am falling
Like a stone,
Like a storm,
Being born again
Into the sweet morning fog.
Dyou know what?
I love you better now.
Im falling,
And Id love to hold you know.
Ill kiss the ground.
Ill tell my mother,
Ill tell my father,
Ill tell my loved one,
Ill tell my brothers
How much I love them.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Storms of Life
When there’s sunshine and blue sky, we never seem to reason why.
Even when the rains do fall, they come to many as a refreshing lull.
And a fallen snow is picturesque, covering the land in winter’s rest.
But when storms on earth appear, they fill hearts with a quiet fear,
A fear of what may come to be, from a raging storm’s uncertainty.
We walk with the sun on our face, and a wind on our back is placed.
Then there is a quiet just before an awesome storm begins to roar.
With the wind against us friend, it blows and seems to have no end.
We also have storms of life, not from weather, but pain and strife.
There is a fortress in any storm, He is Christ, our Savior and Lord.
Storms of life won’t get you friend, if you know by who they’re sent.
God has a purpose you should know; why in life strong winds blow.
How about the apostles and Christ at sea on a tiny boat off Galilee,
As a small storm came near, it filled the apostle’s hearts with fear.
Christ raised His voice in the boat to calm the storm as He spoke.
Christ said to them “why be afraid, do not you men have any faith? ”
It is good to know at any place a storm is altered by God’s Grace,
And even in the darkest hour, a storm can cease by God’s power.
The storm of life soon will end, if you know Christ as Savior friend.
Until I see Jesus above with you, He my friend will see us through.
(Copyright ©12/2004)
The Sun Will Rise Again
I know the sun will rise again
I saw the sun set on my dream
I saw myself toil in vain
I saw my tears flow like a stream
But I know the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
The other day I was a hero
Yet today I feel the pain
As I wind down to zero
But I know the sun will rise again
I am lost in this stormy rain
Tossed by fierce winds day after day
My strength the storm has drain
But I wait on hope's smiley ray
When the sun will rise again
I know the sun will rise again
I have groped in pitch darkness
Searching for answers, searching in vain
But I wait on the morning brightness
When the sun will rise again.
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Speak A Bit Of That Moment
Speak a bit of that moment,
A moment that contains centuries,
A moment that halts time,
A moment when someone sees
A route leading beyond the cosmos.
Speak a bit of that moment
When water and clay mingle,
And in a moment of union,
Sprouts a bud of flower.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When eyes become a heart,
When heart becomes eyes,
A star of dream, a rain-bow
Dither on the lashes.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When the Sun places its fire
On the bank of a lake,
And water becomes gold,
Miracles begin to happen.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When Love begins to blather metaphysics
When chest becomes hollow,
And heart dwells in each particle.
Speak a bit of that moment,
When sunbeams begin to fade,
The sights become vague,
The Sun dives down into puddle,
And the forms begins to muddle,
The earth beckons,
The desire of long sleep places her fingers
On the lids of eyes,
Speak a bit of that moment,
Speak a bit of that moment.
Written By Qayyum Tahir
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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When It Storms
The thunder is a metaphor of the frustration I feel.
The rain – my tears.
The way the winds rip through the trees and destroys pieces of a living being –
just as I rampage in a whirl-wind breaking the spirit of myself and of the ones I love.
When the storm subsides, I cry no more.
My clouds have exhausted themselves.
Although the sun breaks through,
I am left with the guilt of being so harsh
of lashing out…
At the end of the storm,
I find a calm,
but not the peace I was hoping to find.
poem by Stacy Rodriguez
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