Carole Cookie Arnold Poet Rhyme

Gales of Destruction

Gales of Destruction  
 
  
Sounds of weeping rise
 midst morning's heat.
Unholy renegade's begin
 nipping at your feet.
 
Pandering good intentions
 only to achieve personal gain.
Spewing down hot embers
 that burn like an acid rain.
 
Devising evil upon hearts
 attacking our emotional throne.
Multiplied affliction's corral
an innocent families home.
 
Weaving a trap of deceit then
reveling in their destruction.
Caging a man's ability to see how 
deception advances during construction.
 
Their tongues are like a cat of nine
tails ripping the flesh with sorrow.
Readying a man's peaceful spirit to
 endure years of painful tomorrow's.
 
Thriving on emotions they
come as a thief in the night.
Tearing down family unity
as depression steals your fight.
 
Riffs of this dirt devil exudes
a pulse of rotating waves.
Blinding us from deliverance
when God comes to save.
 
As lightning strikes like
arrows of powerful flashes.
Numbers of the wounded rise
shedding their fearful ashes.
 
The renegade's shutter as
we are raised to our feet.
Fortified in His armor we 
conquer the renegade's seat.
 
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010

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Joanna Smith February 16, 2010 at 7:21 AM wow cookie i loved this!at first i thought it was going to be about hell, kinda like a dante's inferno thing which i've always wanted to write about but it turns out (i think) that is about our earthly lives, and how god will save us from the tourtures of them! great write and strait up my alley! =) jo

Susan Mills January 28, 2010 at 1:56 PM intellectually stimulating and intellectual. I liked reading this religious eye-opening poem of yours. -Susan Mills