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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: January 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori ************** The skies seemed erratic with dull rage. A freakish breeze is beginning to gage. Their pompous struggle across the sea. Evocative of some sort of antique age. From distant swale, a solid hush withdrew As recalcitrant clouds began to brew. Their chatoyant bellies flashed gilded fire, A strong omen no sailor could misconstrue. Then came the foofaraw — a copious roar, Waves irrupt as beasts against the shore. A shellback cursed the tempest’s devil heart, Calling it a gossip bent on settling a score. The wind, verbose in its wilful might, Rebuked the cliffs through the howling night. Its fustian bellow is inspissated with rain Turned every halcyon memory into fright. Lightning carved a partita through the sky, A wild, sequacious dance that dared not die. Thunder replied with slippery weight, Thick and rolling, an aficionado reply. The sea spun an enigma of rising foam. A xenogenesis of chaos away from home. Even gulls, those fickle arbiters of storm. Quite a false peace where shades roam. Yet with the storm girlish force and might, Through every sanguine hope taking flight, A lone lantern glimmered in limpid defiance, A spark of courage refusing the night. And when dawn chose to liaise with the land, Its brief gold brushed the waves as a hand Coddling the wreckage, gentle and genteel, As if forgiving the storm for all it had planned.
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