Best Battened Poems

I'm a man apart, repelled by the norm
Got my own path I chose to walk in
My eyes see things on a different wavelength,
my ears are...

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Spoke to a cloud today – 
the usual conversation
about shape and size, 

lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to...

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Weather is poised to slap us into submission.
Threatening with the largest storm in history
To make us aware of her power to destroy
And yet, here on...

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Out upon the Spanish Main it roared
The storm reached out its cold hands to catch
Crashing waves they beat against the board
Quickly now they battened every...

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Oh restful place
Weary are my eyes that watch in glory
Worn are the clay hands of my race
With lines and tales that rise upon my face

Oh...

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The storm was approaching, we thought... should we scramble?
To stay may be risky, should we take the gamble?
We had our provisions, and we thought "We're...

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All is calm, all is at rest where once a storm had brew. No spray of mist, no violent torrent, nor upheaval of swelling wave...

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Das Decrements Describe Digs ©

Grasping figurative literary straws
     poetic theme yielded
     farfetched aggregate
i.e., where each dwelling
 ...

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As we sit here in the middle of the storm
So many are starting to think that this is the norm
That the worst has past, at...

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It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on...

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I was blinded to the autonomy
   Of the actions committed in the time
Moonfall hesitated, and did not see
   Malice in the...

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Houses were battened
winds-rattled thunder
some homes were flattened
lives pushed asunder.

Pigs really did fly
through debris-filled air
as a tornado went by
left behind it despair.

Services held for those that...

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It rained that day - 

incessant, driving rain 
that mirrored my watery brokenness. 
Teeming tears, teeming rain, teeming torrents 
of gnawing, agonizing pain. 

It rained...

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This may possibly be my last poem( for a while anyway) 
And is dedicated to all the poets who are about to meet
Matthew within the...

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I have battened down the 
saturated hatches
which were dampened
while waiting for
your impending storm.

Intending no harm,
you passed by quietly
and I needn't have
worried none...

yet damage was 
somehow...

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