A Voice Unheeded!
Mother earth silently awaits, dumb …with fear
Seeing the speed raging, writhing in anger as it nears
The dark clouds dims the golden blaze so unseen
The echoing howling voice of the hurricane so mean
Dismayed, prepares to meet the wild cruel whirling
As the world braces through the gloomy warning
Sending shivers down the spine battering boldly
Uplifts trees crashing windows lines so coldly
Giants of air swaying the trees with many blows
Oceans restless as it swells and the river overflows
And lo! Behold the shattering winds, the heavy gales,
The insensitive hurricane destruction never ever fails;
Charioted by the wind reaching out for lands and more
Leaving behind memories ugly that none can restore~
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Hurricane Irene...New York
Mother earth silently awaits, dumb, rising with fear,
Seeing the speed raging, writhing in anger as it nears.
The dark clouds dims the golden blaze so unseen.
The echoing howling voice of the hurricane so mean.
Dismayed, prepares to meet the wild cruel whirling,
As the world braces through the gloomy warning.
Oceans restless, unkind and the river overflows,
Giants of air swaying the trees with many blows.
Uplifts trees, crashing windows, lines so coldly...
Sending shivers down the spine battering boldly,
And lo! Behold the shattering winds, the heavy gales,
The insensitive hurricane strong, never ever fails;
Charioted by the wind reaching out for more.
Leaving behind memories ugly, that none can restore..
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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The Hurricane
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
And lo! on the wing of the heavy gales,
Through the boundless arch of heaven he sails;
Silent and slow, and terribly strong,
The mighty shadow is borne along,
Like the dark eternity to come;
While the world below, dismayed and dumb,
Through the calm of the thick hot atmosphere
Looks up at its gloomy folds with fear.
They darken fast; and the golden blaze
Of the sun is quenched in the lurid haze,
And he sends through the shade a funeral ray--
A glare that is neither night nor day,
A beam that touches, with hues of death,
The clouds above and the earth beneath.
To its covert glides the silent bird,
While the hurricane's distant voice is heard,
Uplifted among the mountains round,
And the forests hear and answer the sound.
He is come! he is come! do ye not behold
His ample robes on the wind unrolled?
Giant of air! we bid thee hail!--
How his gray skirts toss in the whirling gale;
How his huge and writhing arms are bent,
To clasp the zone of the firmament,
And fold at length, in their dark embrace,
From mountain to mountain the visible space.
Darker--still darker! the whirlwinds bear
The dust of the plains to the middle air:
And hark to the crashing, long and loud,
Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud!
You may trace its path by the flashes that start
From the rapid wheels where'er they dart,
As the fire-bolts leap to the world below,
And flood the skies with a lurid glow.
What roar is that?--'tis the rain that breaks
In torrents away from the airy lakes,
Heavily poured on the shuddering ground,
And shedding a nameless horror round.
Ah! well known woods, and mountains, and skies,
With the very clouds!--ye are lost to my eyes.
I seek ye vainly, and see in your place
The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space,
A whirling ocean that fills the wall
Of the crystal heaven, and buries all.
And I, cut off from the world, remain
Alone with the terrible hurricane.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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Fury Of Juggler
A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere.
I am leaving blank papers
for you.
This was dark matter,
you start dying from birth.
A fireball sails through you
reaching for the shadow of the soul.
The seawall collides with hurricane
shattering the window panes,
of temporal lobes.
And I am the salt,
I am the eye.
The sky is stepping down from heaven
which never was.
Man was the destroyer
man was god.
* On the eve of HURRICANE IKE striking GLAVESTONE and HOUSTON on night of 12th Sept.2008
poem by Satish Verma
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Rapid Fire
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction thats second to none
Hammering anvils straining muscle and might
Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright
Fast devastating and desolisating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth
Wielding the axe comes the one culmination
Thats always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed
Sifting the good from the bad its the age for the rage
Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free
Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled
Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war
The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding
That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills the bay
Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction thats second to none
Second to none
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Storm
An early spring morning
Refreshing
Dark clouds hanging heavy
With unshed tears
Wild swaying branches
Bending trees
Nests falling
Hatchlings dying
Natures sacrifice
In the howling wind
Running feet
Thunder
Lightning strike
Showers from heaven on me
soaked to the bone
poem by Persian Khushi
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Trees
Trees, please me
To sit and watch them grow
As from a seed,
They do breed,
And from the Earth and Wind they grow,
Reaching up towards the clouds
And swaying in the breeze,
It always makes me feel so proud,
To sit, and watch a tree.
Earth is the Father,
Protecting his precious child,
While Mother is Nature,
Giving protection from the wild.
Trees, please me
Living from a seed,
Living in awe,
And growing so tall,
Entertains both you and me.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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On Like River
We had such fun
Underneath the sun
But it's done
And time has won
In the ocean beneath
Washing away our feet
Offering my seat
And you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Oh yeah
And you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
By the light in me
Helping you to see
Try to believe in me
Cuz, love, you go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
I can't just move on
I just can't faze it out
Oh, no..
I think I'll run away
Nothing left to say
In the light of day
You go
On like river
Off like hurricane
Can you feel my pain?
Lost for words
Following the birds
May seem absurd
Cuz you go
On like river
Off like hurricane..
Please don't leave me
Standing, take me
In your arms..
poem by Pete Rivera
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Magic
Fear, anger, mistrust and nearly
Half a century of
Living in a world unfamiliar
To all but myself-
Has left me in dismay and in solitude-
Tomorrow is another day where
My morning shall be
Walking in the darkness, although
Moments away from sunrise and
Knowing that within a few hours
As I sleep- my mind shall become aware-
As if lightening has struck in some
Magical way-Fear, anger and
Mistrust shall disappear in a moment’s notice-
A different sort of sun shall rise
For me alone, shining light upon my kaleidoscopic world-
Black skies transform to cobalt blue as
A hurricane of sorts shall blow the sinister clouds away-
I shall see a rainbow rise from
Behind mountains of madness and
As the moon in its fullness disappears behind
Blossoming trees and I regain my sanity and hope,
Those alien voices shall be silenced-
Fear, anger and mistrust are hiding deep inside of a phantasmal river,
Rapidly receding and it shall only be days before
That river overflows and washes over me,
I can see those dismal clouds returning-
And all I can do is to remember words of wisdom telling me to
Grasp firmly onto those fleeting feelings of peace, hope and
Focus on the clarity of the skies above-
Feelings are so like thunderclouds- and
Finding one’s rainbow is a rarity- when lightening has struck your mind-
When feelings of fear and rage are inborn-
One never knows when the rain shall begin to fall again-
Voices that I hear are not real, and all I can do is dream
While the rain is falling until lightening strikes again-
Skies clear and although skies of cobalt blue so magnificent
Are in passing as is that phantasmal river before it overflows-
Perhaps in a different light it shall wash my tears away and hope shall remain, that
That magical sun shall someday rise for me alone and never set…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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From this High Window
From this high window
the invisible wind
moves silent trees:
motion without sound,
dance without song.
Behind painted walls
and heavy curtains,
I cannot not hear
the tumult,
but opening the heavy door,
at last I hear the trees sing,
stirred to passion
by unseen hands
waving branches
swept up
by the compelling wind,
and drawn outside,
exposed and complete,
finally I face the clear maelstrom,
my own hair flying free,
and gaze at the trees,
wild men
dancing as they chant
savage hymns
to their howling god.
poem by Steven Federle
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Wonderful In Young Life
Wonderful in young life
Two weeks in another town
Sending shivers along in the spine
Of your friends when they call
Here she comes
The wild wind blows
In rhythms of season
In young life and reasons
Deceiving and pleasing to some
Wild girls wild
In epic beauty wild
Surviving these changes
In paces and faces
In free wonder
Free wonder
Free wonder style
Wonderful
Little egypt eyes
Wonderful
And the world cant wait
Wonderful
And the beats white hot
Wonderful
Dream dream dream
Its the eighties youthful theme
Loving the city
A theme for great cities
And loved ones
And love
Memorize
A crowded swallow skies
Whatever the weather
The climate is perfect for
So young
And so young in life
An angel day
Angels coming your way
Screaming food fortune
And follow
And look at the memories
That are stuck in our eyes
Wonderful
Little egypt eyes
Wonderful
And the world cant wait
Wonderful
Celebrate soul day
Wonderful
Wonderful in young life
Two weeks in another town
Sending shivers along in the spine
Of your friends when they call
Here she comes
The wild wind blows
In rhythms of season
In young life and reasons
Deceiving and pleasing to some
Wild girls wild
In epic beauty wild
Surviving these changes
In paces and faces
In free wonder
Free wonder
Free wonder style
Wonderful
Little egypt eyes
Celebrating soul day
Wonderful
And the beats white hot
Wonderful
God Im singing memories
Hey Im singing memories
Look Im singing memories
Here she comes - wonderful
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The Clouds Soon Roll By
The hailstorm brought in blocks and pebbles of ice that around us lay
The rain waters hitting the windows a scary rhythm it harshly did play
The dark grey clouds charioted by the winds of anger as into space I gazed
Sent shivers down my spine as I tasted the salt that kissed my lips and I stood dazed
The memories of those who passed through my life, touched me with good grace.
With strength that never failed to wade the rocky waters of life's uncertain race.
Hands stretched out near and far the distance mattered not; the many miles apart.
Those tender special moments engraved deeply, now lies a memory in my heart.
With a bond so sweet to be cherished, a strength that changed the course of life,
To face many slains with the sweetest fragrance, clouding many a worldly strife.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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The Clouds Will Soon Roll By
The hailstorm brought in blocks and pebbles of ice that around us lay
The rain waters hitting the windows, a scary rhythm it harshly did play.
The dark grey clouds, charioted by the winds of anger as into space I gazed.
Sent shivers down my spine as I tasted the salt, that kissed my lips and I stood dazed.
The memories of those who passed through my life, touched me with good grace.
With strength that never failed, to wade the rocky waters of life's uncertain race.
Hands stretched out from near and far the distance mattered not; the many miles apart.
Those tender special moments, engraved deeply now lies a memory in my heart.
With a bond so sweet to be cherished, a strength that changed the course of life.
To face many slains with the sweetest fragrance, clouding many a worldly strife.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Because I Would Not Admit
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
-William Blake
Because I would not admit
that I had nurtured
an enemy within my breast-
a lover who wanted to gnaw
my secret rose,
a lover who wanted to press me
between the covers of a book,
then burn it,
a lover-usurper who wanted
to take my soul-
I nearly died,
running my car upon rocks
like a badly steered sloop,
crashing into trees
like a hurricane gale,
burning my arms in ovens
(when I thought I was only
baking bread). . . .
To admit the betrayal
was worse than
the fact of betrayal-
for I loved him
as leaves love sun,
turning my face to him,
turning my hips, my womb
to be filled with a dream
of children, a dream of books
& babies sprouting like leaves
from a spring tree,
a dream of trees that leaked blood
instead of sap. . . .
The dream¹s the thing-
the dream we die for,
turning our faces to the sun,
eyes closed, never seeing it has
gone out:
dead star, it blazes coldly
over a dead planet
while we bask in its afterglow,
now remembered in the mind.
He was fond
of stars & telescopes;
fond of machines, fond
of building the most complex
contraptions
to scale the clouds.
But Icarus flies
near the sun with waxen wings,
& does not think of gears
or motors.
Trees rise up at him
as he falls; the earth
rushes to meet him
like a lover
raising her writhing hips;
the wings weep their waxy tears
& fall apart;
the sun is hot
on his face.
But even as he falls
he is in ecstasy;
his sun has not
gone out.
poem by Erica Jong
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Signs and Tribulations
Beaneath the sky are puzzles of clouds:
pieces of dreams, reflections of life,
vicious problems the world has.
From tiny creatures to gigantic trees,
Oceans to mountains, she watches;
She cries but only little we know,
Her anger is louder than a dropp of snow:
So, 'you want more rain? ' A THUNDER roared!
with a flash of LIGHTNING, a FIRE soared!
while the monstrous river awaits its FLOOD,
TORNADO whirled and HURICANE came.
VOLCANOES 'replied, ' but an EARTHQUAKE 'shook! '
'BEHOLD THE SUN WHEN IT NO LONGER SHINES,
and on this day, it's God's turn to ask you, 'WHY? ''
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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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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I Love To Hate You
Im crazy flowing over with ideas
A thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up and down my spine
For every casanova that appears
My sense of hesitation disappears
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers up and down my spine
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didnt come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
How I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
I love to hate you
Oh you really still expect me to believe
Every single letter I receive
Sorry you what a shameful situation
Sending shivers up and down my spine
Oh I like to read of murder mystery
I like to know the killer isnt me
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers make me quiver
Feel it sliver up and down my spine
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A Plea to Hurricane Sandy
Why should you visit today
when people in USA are
lighting their pumpkins
for the coming Halloween
and for the election of a president?
Why should a hurricane
of your kind pass along
the byways and pathways,
rivers, ports of lakes and seas
leaving again unspeakable
trace of your anger and fury?
Oh, hurricane, hurricane Sandy,
will you please just postpone
your visit, at least, for today?
_______
October 28,2012
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Hurricane Roars and New York Naps
Some still absent power; all absent subways and buses; others
absent theatrical Broadway; still others absent restaurants of
many…but
Hurricane past, not without experiencing its majesty,
terror, and the sublimity of a great storm.
Dark clouds roamed the sky shadowing it and the sun.
Man ran to greet the storm, after meeting, in terror he runs.
The winds round buildings moaning and howling like a pack of wolves.
Yet my shivering legs and feet tap and beat to the sounds:
The furious winds ripping down signs, clashing lamppost; and splintering
objects and tossing to the street; and pulling cranes from their posts and
throwing to the ground.
Even rain and winds chased folk from their homes; stripped trees to the bare bone.
Young sprightly trees swayed before humbly bowing, yet the shore was fully exposed
to the East river's surge and the Atlantic Ocean's waves reminding me of the climate changes and its beauty and power!
Bye, bye, bye Sandy: New York just awakens from her nap!
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
October 30,2012
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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The Winds Of Wyoming
Have you ever heard the wind
blowing across the plains?
Moving and stacking snow
in drifts across the lane
Have you heard the wind howling
like a wolf baying at the moon?
It's an eerie and unnerving feeling
making up its melodious tune
Have you ever watched the trees
bending to and fro in the wind?
Leaves blow off and scatter around
it's mother nature who has sinned
Have you heard the windows rattle
as the wind blows through the cracks?
The draft blows under each of the doors
it's coming in from the back
The wind is part of our landscape
and it's with us most everyday
But we love Wyoming wind that's true
it's ours and we're here to stay
poem by Louise Davis
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Hurricane / Cradle To The Grave
From cradle to grave
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft as the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
I am woman, I am son!
I am woman, I am son!
Cant see where I run, no matter how far!
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft like the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die.
I can [? ] brush, I can [? ] screw,
When I walk by, flowers will bloom.
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...my head should be aching!
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...
song performed by by Grace Jones
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