Best Calamity Poems
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
The king and the queen in a boat
Started lazily out of the moat
When the king got aggressive
'Twas very impressive
To see that the king didn't float!
"
I comb my hair
to fit my head~now more
a chore of strands; walk
with my feet at different
angles, they seeming to like
it that way, making amusing
duck-tracks in the snow, steps
for the fox to sniff and blow,
and a place where the bear can
snort and go – I cannot write
like Shakespeare...but I doubt
that he could write like me –
each of us having a personal
voice, God's blessing and
and calamity....
time light extinguished
all mankind’s final demise
blackout upon us
seas overflow shores
earthquakes open up portals
feeding ravenous
meteorites pelt earth
immense inferno burns realm
earth’s calamity
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fourth Place Winner ~ "The End Of The World Armageddon” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Doyle
July 10, 2012
I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.
Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek.
Swept by waves of nostalgia
Afloat on longing tides
I assessed this oyster compound
where my heart could not abide.
Aphrodisiac pulls of Neptune
were as lava cooled to stone
What use were pearls of luster
when one had no collarbone?
Heralded by sea trumpets
kelp banners flying high
Sentinels of sea urchins
with pink coral by their sides
Calamity, with determined madness
shoved sponges from his path
Provoked by clam injustice
Spurred by mollusk wrath.
I searched for an escape exit
from that cruel, moronic clam
This myriad ideology,
naught but an oyster sham.
When a seahorse bobbing aimlessly
moved closer to my side
I unhinged my oyster carapace
and grasped its roughened hide.
I was jolted and I was jostled
as I settled on its back
Calamity watched in amazement
standing frozen in his track
When an agitated octopus
released an ink black kite,
a galaxy of starfish
sank into the brackish night.
I focused my attention
on my lost and nervous steed
We were climbing ever upward
at a most alarming speed
Breaking through the surface
I swallowed back a scream
Afraid of finding Calamity
I found it all had been...a dream.
The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then resurfaced
in clear Morphean pods.
I found myself wandering
on a wide stretch of beach.
My mind squeezed like a lemon,
my thoughts fuzzed like a peach.
When the sheet of fog lifted,
I walked through the haze,
what’d been transfixed by the night
now transformed into day.
Bands of green kelp
had encircled my feet.
Sand dollars tossed out
from the wallets of seas.
The tang in the air
by the water and brine,
awoke to my senses
other days hazed by time.
Sunk then in a sinkhole;
my heart now clanged a bell!
I was no longer an oyster
in a barnacled shell.
I kicked off the seaweed,
splashed through the shoreline,
feeling refreshingly freed
from that soul ravaged time.
I knew I’d still wonder
about Calamity Clam.
Had he hid from the onslaught,
become a sea star’s sea ham?
Ouf…no longer my problem,
I was no agent by rights.
Then I stepped on an object
and, out went the lights!
I hopped in frustration
with great hurt I did bow.
I bellowed out pain
like an angry sea cow.
With one mighty scoop
he was constained in my hand.
How to dispose of the despicable?
I felt seared by a brand.
Covertly I gazed
at this nemesis of fear.
Then I gave a smart tug
to his mossy green beard.
The thoughts that I harbored
were not of my decree.
I hurled him out, with three skips,
he sank back into the sea.
The Calamity of Nepal part 1
Too fearful a tragedy
To be described in words
Heart wrenching cries, pierce the sky
And sadness in the form of tears
Dominates every face and every eye. 01
The descriptions of horrifying tragedy
From the mouth
Of those, who survived this horror story
Penetrate the mind and heart,
Deeper and deeper
Even of those who are luckily
Thousands of miles away
From Nepal and this tragic site
Created by the unfavorable
Winds of Nature. 02
It's time for entire world
To wipe the tears
Flowing from their eyes
And grief stricken faces.
These suffering millions and millions
Of these innocent men, women and children
And even kids
Who lost the lives of their most dear ones
In this calamity
Need our attention, Love and Care. 03
Those who survived
They are still standing and waiting
In never ending rows
Even for a bottle of clean water
And some bread and milk
For the little children and kids. 04
Still you can see and find
On the TV screen
Many many of them standing or waiting
In the open sky
Throughout the night
With the horror of the Earthquake
Still lurking on their faces and
In their eyes. 05
A peace loving small nation
Now stands on the threshold of debris
Of not only broken walls and structures
Roads and Temples
But on the borders
Of broken hopes and confidence.
The Earthquake has broken
Almost everything they were pride of. 06
O' God, please merciful and restore
At least, their hopes
And help them to overcome
This too terrible a crisis. 07
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur 30th April 2015
CONCLUDED IN PART 2....
Neptune must have used as parchment
Mother-of-pearl to inscribe his laws
For he’d richly rewarded the oysters
With an oceanic spa.
So, while seeking calm through deliberation
And enjoying the mud bubbles of my bath
Who should I spy in the distance?
But Calamity trudging up the path.
His foot arched out proud and haughty
Like the neck of a noble steed
As he pulled his crustaceous carriage
At a break-neck snail speed.
The mud began to feel like mortar
As I stonily watched him draw near
That audacious, contemptuous clam
Made my heart cry out with fear.
He passed by slow and haughty
Like an imperious, dismissive sigh
But as my tension began to dissipate
He kicked a mudball at my eye.
I watched warily, his insolent passage
Until he was but a tiny speck of dirt
Knowing I'd formed another pearl of wisdom,
From that impetuous, narcissistic squirt.
Jimmy Jones from Winnipeg
Celebrated his birthday with a keg,
That round container full of beer
Was kept by Jimmy oh so near,
That night he fell and broke his leg.
In a far distance across the pitiful horizon
I scour for thee
I roam the land beneath, above
An empire which called you name it,
For thyself
Conquering the waters of no calamity
Crushing bones
centuries old
No eyes could laid or peek
Queen of the abyss
Pioneer...profound...lustrous
The birth of wishes
Traces of blithe
The haven for the people
Sanctuaries for the forgiven
...Peace
And peace to come for all
For their queen
Laying down
On a gold threaded tapestry
I thought I was truly losing my sanity,
With pain screeching, no thought for vanity,
After my horrible health issue late last year,
My physician suggested, my dear,
You need an intravenous course of cortisone.
But what happened in this hospital zone,
And in only one night, was a hysterical delight.
I was booked into a four bedded ward,
2 other ladies already there, hi everyone,
Like it or not the next 24 hours I was aboard,
I’m jenny, don’t talk to Laura, Valentia said, she’s tone,
Deaf, do you hear the drones outside, and you
Must know, these nurses are spies, give them no details,
Oh my gosh poor Valentia had dementia!
I asked a nurse to tell me Valentia’s name, and
Meanwhile another patient arrived, gosh
Cindy came with a smell so bad had gastroenteritis.
Laura was sick all over her bed, situation obnoxious,
Lights went out, generator kicked in, Valentia repeatedly
Said, good morning, good morning, who’s this colossus,
Good morning, she must be a spy she smells like one.
I napped not slept that night, nurses cleaned the mess,
Cindy was put in a private ward, thank goodness,
Hey jenny, it was Valentia, are you sleeping,
No, I'm busy on my cell phone tweeting,
Are you leaving tomorrow, may I come with you,
Then you could remind me I had just been to the loo,
Got to go again, you have just been, this time it’s a poo!
"We two groove on moves around the Christmas tree and no one can see us for we are stealth itself." by Mati and Lacy FeLione
Mati and Lacy are frisky, feline critters
with intense beaming eyes and long whiskers.
We think our cats begin to Christmas plot
the second we bring in the first box.
They plan ways to successfully zoom-zoom
and conquer our beautiful tree filled room.
It's scary to see our felines eye the finished tree!
(I often think my cats are only sated
when they see us become aggravated.)
Wanting just fun from cat calamity,
we strive to relish their hilarity
and not feel anxiety about our tree.
I soon found pawing proof under the tree
where one or both had ribbon pawing glee.
Looking closely, I spied loose black colored fur –
ah, the Mati – Daddy needs to scold her -
and Mati, what debris is stuck on thee?
Did your tail drag the manger straw to our tree?
Later, the evening was quiet, even the cats still.
Chilling, we watched a Christmas show until
THUD – Lacy soars out of the Christmas tree
and sheds tinsel everywhere as she flees.
The tree topper wobbles, then falls and breaks.
A pity, it was new and now it's lost to a cat quake
We consider spray water therapy
but she will hide until there’s harmony.
Pondering what to place atop our tree,
I point and say, “The tallest stem I see
Is left of the painted pinecone and nut,
go find Lacy and I'll stick it up her ear.
That'll make the tree quite merry, my dear.”
Martha Jane Cannary,
For her time was quite contrary.
A hard drinking, sharp shootin' gal,
Who dressed like a man and whose language was foul.
7/24/21
For Brian Strand's July 24 Poetry Contest
Institutional reformation inside of this nation
Prisons have risen to the ranks of solicitation
Politicians in formation line up for their vacations
Due to a prisoners isolation
The ideology behind this hypocrisy
Is some kind of demented democracy
And a continuing demagoguery
Oh the humanity
A convicts calamity
Thanks to political insanity