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The Storm

The clouds dark and gray
Swirling, entwining, growing darker
Day turns into virtual night
All shadows cease to be
Not but dark gray as far as the eyes can see
Then the voice of arguing Angels rolls forth
The thunder rolls angrily
Hell is open within God's sky
Warriors forth do come
They come to fight the battle of the storm
Their voices booming forth in their hate
All below listen and shudder
They know the battle is begun
Weapons crash and the light does flash
So mighty the flash streaks down below
And the crashing and ever moving bodies
They cause a great wind in the Heavens
This wind heads down below
Its force, the force of Heaven itself
It attacks all before it in its viciousness
And then the Angel's tears do fall
As they look at the destruction around them
Dark and foreboding is the day sky
The thunder crashes and booms
The lightning flashes in electric excitement
The wind takes all before it
As it rolls along before the Titans
The Angels cannot halt there tears at all this destruction
They fall harder and harder
The night of Heaven's fury
The storm
The storm shall end
The battle in the Heavens shall cease
Yet it shall come again
Of this you can be certain
The battle in the Heavens
The storm will come again
Come forth in your frightful majesty.

Murray P Caledon.

Nature motif

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  1. Date: 2/12/2014 12:14:00 PM

    Enjoyed this 'powerful' write Michael and congratulations..'

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 3/22/2014 3:30:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Joe, thanks for dropping by and the comment. The storm, as a young child it frightened me, then, you grow a little older and it holds such fascination. I always liked the way the ancients looked at the storm, the Gods had gone to war. So It does look sometimes.They seem to go to war more than they used to. Have a goos day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.
  1. Date: 2/12/2014 9:25:00 AM

    Enjoyed the poem and congrats on the win, michael

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 3/22/2014 3:15:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Ram, thank you for dropping by and the comment. I can remember when I was a little munchkin, I was afraid when the sky turned black. The bad men were coming to get me. I'd run away and get my toy sword, thinking, "Come and get me now." A child's thoughts. The storm seems to come alive more and more these days. Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend alkways....MIKE.
  1. Date: 2/12/2014 3:26:00 AM

    - Another contest sponsored by: Giorgio V. - "Impress me IV" - CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR WINNING POEM,MIKE - ENJOYABLE TO READ YOURS AND A PLEASURE TO PARTICIPATE :))) - Anne-Lise :)

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 3/22/2014 2:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Anne-Lise, thanks for dropping by and the comment. Thanks for the congrats also and congratulations to yourself and everyone else who took part. Like the ancients I always liked to think of the storm as a battle. Evil was winning as long as the sky was dark and angry. The sky lightened and good was victor. Have a good day. Catch you later. Your Friend always....MIKE.
  1. Date: 8/24/2013 3:01:00 PM

    i like the style lovely piece of writting were shadows cease to be beautiful piece

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/24/2013 6:25:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Liam, Thanks for the comment. Love is usually my thing, not the storm. It gave me a chance to bring in the old times the storm did. Glad you liked it Liam. Have a nice Sunday. Catch you later. Thanks for dropping by......Michael.
  1. Date: 8/24/2013 8:18:00 AM

    Hi Linda, Thank you for the comment. I know Ken and his work. I actually like Ken's work a lot. I have to admit, "Flower Song" is his best to date. So many people no longer believe in the dream of Love. Ken is one of those poets who keeps the dream alive. With the storm, i wanted to take my thought back to the old time when people believed the storm to be a battle between good and evil. The human race always has to make everything understandable, everything must have a reason...Michael

  1. Date: 8/23/2013 10:21:00 PM

    Hello Michael, the imagery runs with faithful tears. I think this poem is one of your best. Tonight, I read another poet Named Kenneth Carroll (ON THE BOTTOM)), he impressed me with a write that is outstanding like this one. You should read his poem called "Flower Song" His poem is epic, like this one, the only different's the imagery. A stunning write. I know the battle is near, and heaven shall cease all.... stunning lines... xox~ LINDA

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/24/2013 8:27:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Linda, Thank you for your comment. I have read a lot of Ken's work and i like it. "Flower song" has to be one of his best. He keeps the dream alive, the dream of Love. With "The Storm" i wanted to take my thoughts back to ancient times when people believed the storm to be a battle between good and evil. You have a nice day.....Michael.
  1. Date: 8/23/2013 9:24:00 PM

    Hey Mike, Some excellent imagery in this one..You can feel the turbulence while reading it... Regards, Ken..

    clarke Avatar michael clarke Date: 8/24/2013 8:11:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Ken, Thanks for the comment. Just going way back in my thoughts to the time when people believed that the storm was an actual battle between the ancient Gods. When i was younger i got into a little bit of bother for writing something along these lines to describe a storm. The storm always has some kind of fascination. Thanks for dropping by Ken. Your friend, MIKE.