Best Catastrophe Poems
The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.
I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face,
Work must be done and I must prepare for my daily race.
Brushing my teeth and running water through my hair,
I know this day might be good and the weather is so fair.
Streams of sunlight peer through open shades,
I walk to the kitchen, barely awake in a daze.
Open the cabinet for the coffee just inside,
I notice it's empty and then I almost cried.
I gather up my clothes, in a such a terrible rush,
The coffee helps me focus, gives my brain a good flush.
I jump out the door with the speed of lightning,
Into my truck, without coffee my day is frightening.
A few brief minutes passes by as I blaze into town,
My trucks roars down the street with my gas pedal down.
I see Starbucks ahead and my mouth is watering,
Can't wait to taste my coffee for this morning.
Roll down my window with such hast to order my prize,
I ask for a large hazelnut coffee with joy in my eyes.
I make it to work a few minutes early today,
Knowing that I made it, but only halfway.
Canvas of Catastrophe
An outcast portait of society
Public opinion timidly restrained
Descriptive world of psychotic anarchy
Borderline genius, brilliantly insane
Artificial imagined ancient discovery
Sacrificed human, silenced little lamb
Red drifted mist it's as thick as thieves
King of the Dead, Queen of the Damned
Perfect people dancing in puppet strings
A choreographed movement of the masses
The artists painted canvas of catastrophe
dead people buried below green grasses
Secret genetic DNA coded re-structuring
Designer drugs for a euphoric state of mind
left to watch planet earth fight its catastrophe
Sitting in front row seats atop of cloud nine
Poem Revised @ 10/26/17
Entered into contest: "End October Premiere Contest"
Hosted by: Brian Strand
This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three
For the first time in its modern history
Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe
True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
But to the rescue rode a Menachem Begin or a Golda Meir
Yet never before has the military been disaffected
And without it, the specter of an Israel unprotected ...
Morphing into invasions by Syria, Jordan, Hezbollah and Iran
Israeli captives marched to their doom in Tyre and Amman
Leaving Russia and China free to move in for the kill
Every holy site in Jerusalem ~ oceans of blood spilled
The world thrown into chaotic darkness, its center destroyed
All thanks to cowardly Bibi, who, fearing jail-time, turned paranoid
May his senses return immediately ~
Or may he vanish mysteriously
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed not to be here
herein two boys born to a numbnuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
what comes next in the uneducated female nonintuition of a
deaddad accidential with a pity piss payoff and a whatdoIdo **** attitude
totally in reverse of an arkansas hope of upheaveal. GDMFSOB, who could I/we haVE
BeeN in the assinine scheme of things with someone in an intersomewhateducated semistate of minimal MFconsciousness. We play the hand we are dealt in the vast unscheme of unness.
WTF, and where/why does God take part and lessen a small boy's dream of donated dadhood by taking it away and leave him left to faulterflounder in a boyhood abyss. Dead, devoid, denied to the manmale circumstance of what the future folds to be delivered to doting descendents, like my three sons. with whom I struggled to
shower, impart, enable, enbibe, instill, foster, enliven, and all that I did not experience yet faux provide with an inner soulsense to a measured milestone of mannered man manufactured love and tendered texture of all mine to give with that that is mustered macro from a micro counteanace of humocapped coperal deliverance. All's fair they say unless u have been there and then it's every man for himself---and then, I dare u to get in my way---------no holds barred, look out for I am a survivor, all the way.
Hi, my name is Dave, and according to my grandparents, I wasn't supposed to live to be raised. Go figure.
Silently shrill
a silent chill
seems to have run down the spine
of our blue planet windmill
So many deceased
Too many ill
mounting and surmounting
the hospital bill
Breathing for many
is like climbing uphill
or like panting on
your home treadmill
And it's frightening when
there is nil a pill.
A minute invisible
virus doth kill .
Pray to God for mercy
bow and kneel!
Many are dying
without a will
It's safer to stay home
by the window sill
The world seems to have come
to a standstill
You now have time to sharpen
your poetic quill
In lockdown pray
and ink still spill
You may hone
your poetic skill
Until the virus
has had its fill.
Corona they say feels like drowning
like a fish without a gill
for we can't breathe
like the eel or krill.
In mouths hot water
flush and swill
Exterminate this virus?
only God can and will.
Here is an ignorant man who lives in this said kaleidoscope world
Like a silver water who runs and does not mourn
Just letting things to flow naturally
Without a mind whether it goes accordingly
Ignorance is a gem and no one can’t notice
This poor man lived but denied by the people in east
They say, “There’s no room for a pest”
So this man walked all the way to west
He seeks a job for his starve to ease
They say, “You have no diploma, you don’t belong here”
Poor man, he has no choice but to bear
So he left west and arrived in north
He has nothing but himself like a vagabond
There he found himself pleading
With his palm wide-opened and waiting
Even just a single coin to drop
He will endure even those who snub
Just as he thought he finally got his home
When his fellows drove him away in north
In south he met a storm
Poor man, he has nothing to count on
But he continued though half- dead
His body shivered, his tears shed
Inside the church he hide himself
He thought a prayer will save
“Your Highness, please heal this broken pieces.
I am ignorant but I became inquisitive.
I see storms are not the disasters alone.
But also this disease that some men gave birth.”
"Catastrophe"
Lyn-Jenne
Amaze your mind and stimulate your horizon.
Tonight we forget the real.
We’ll slither through the unknown.
We’ll bite death in the ass.
Then trick our way through the path to hell.
No turning back, we are stuck now.
At night the reason will seize to fall,
And we turn primal, we begin the brawls.
Taking shelter beneath the stones.
A touch that illuminates my soul like chrome.
Vortex inside each mind, crazy colored vortex.
A velvet heart yet suspicious tongue.
Dwindling into the ocean, by our feet we’re hung.
When I combine your colors with my planet
It mimics Picasso and shimmers like granite.
Just like the abnormal extraterrestrial.
I can see the fear and I can smell it.
It’s inside my septum, settling, wallowing.
I feel your eyes graze across.
Enveloping my head.
When will I be cleared of love,
I always thought I was done looking.
Waiting to be arrested, by hook or by crook.
Enter the world of everyday issues,
As still as a valley’s night.
So cripple the weak when they fall short of respect.
For two beings as one promotes chaos.
It begins destruction releasing a seance.
But the man buckles to his knees at their sight.
Not defending their place, failure at the fight.
Disturbia pummels your mentality straight down.
Improvising a brand new land trying not to drown.
Befriending a monster totally incoherent.
Busting through concrete melting the sealant
Forget her pain it causes unhappiness
Flailing into denial.
No tray
Today!
‘Tiddles’
Piddles
On floor
By door
Cat shat
On mat!
Squitty
Kitty!
Owner
moaner
Cleans mess..
Distress
Cat ill
Got chill
Sees vet
Named Bret
Treats puss
No fuss
Huge bill
For Pill
Cat well
All’s swell
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Fragile lives
Hopeless cries
Dad survives
Daughter dies
Around the world there’s no surprise
Just closed mouths and dried eyes
We shake our heads in disbelief
They bow their heads in prayer and grief
We move on while it’s God they seek
We take things for granted while they are murdered each day of the week
Little children
Elderly adults
Shot and slaughtered
Their spirits revoked
Refugees are raped and choked
Starved and beaten even after bones are broke
Men women girls boys
Victims of indiscriminately evil ploys
Tears of blood no tears of joy
Weapons and human beings are toys
International hopelessness
Shrugged shoulders twisted lips
Surrendered hands demonstrate this
Mortality impacted
Morality dismissed
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper”
-T.S. Eliot
What was once a pleasant plaything
Now befalls the core of madness.
Starting problems and becoming
Painful labor, causing sadness.
Weeping on accounts of losing
Hues that once were right in placement.
Mind is hurting, self-abusing,
Hours wasted. Lonely Basement.
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Evil doth exist within me,
Waves ascend from thy foundation,
I resist temptation scarcely,
Due to hues of transformation.
Soon my life is rendered useless,
All that matters hides profoundly.
Logic lies and flies to transgress,
Standing still and thinking soundly.
Yield to me cubic demise for
I will live to see you solvèd.
Show me you posses demeanor
Long I've wailed to be absolvèd.
My soul's capital
An impregnable fortress,
Till it sees your face
And turns into a puppy,
A catastrophe...my heart
It's been 5 or 6 years, I think, when we sent our last replies. If I'm not mistaken, your last message to me was an emoticon-a happy face. Then I replied it with a happy emoticon as well. It's been like forever since the last time I felt really in love. That every night, I would stay up late just to talk with you about nonsense topics. But with you, talking, everything else, though it's nonsense, becomes meaningful. It's been a long time since I laughed really hard again. Some sort of laugh associated with an embarrassing snort. Those were the times when I was so in love with you. Then now, after a long period of time, after a lot of hurricanes and earthquakes and other calamities have passed, you're here again. Talking to me. Making me feel the same way. The excitement, rush, nervousness, happiness, love, and everything combined. I thought I've moved on already. But I guess it's not that easy.
Today, storm surges are still barging into the walls of my heart. Aftershocks still tremble my feelings. And I'm still in a catastrophe, hoping to be rescued by your love.
Life has changed we live in fear
Stay safe take care are all we here
The lockdown has started but when will it end
Will the system break or will it bend
Will this world ever be the same
Who’s to punish who’s to blame
Marshal law is now the rule
As the virus searches dark and cruel
Ones you care for and love so much
Are locked away denied our touch
The Streets are silent the laughter faded
Our first class lives are now downgraded
Distances, a thought in constant motion
Provokes alarm creates emotion
Relationships suppressed devoid
Programmed now to swerve avoid
survival and self preservation
Cover and Consume our nation
Armageddon holds its breath
fills its lungs with every death
Waiting in the wings of life
To make its entrance flail its strife
Cold blood drips on the bathroom floor
You were the one that I adore to the core
You were a shimmering shore at the beach
Your pleasant, outlandish words I beseech
You've taken advantage of me
You want, but don't have
You need me still unfortunately
I just sit back and laugh
Defenseless in your grip...producing soars
Let me take a sip of sorrow one last time
I like to wrap my tongue around yours
Maybe you'll take a bite into my grime
Shame on you for loving me so
The wicked wind blows to and fro
You can make it up to me anytime
But, know that our love is a crime
Just walk away...oh, just walk away...
Let your cold fingers touch what's left of me
Dead hour has arrived this dismal day
I long to be free for a while, so leave me be
I have a nerve to love you back
Thankfully, you got me on track
I'd like to thank you for all you've done
I'm sorry for acting like a son of a gun
Our peace battles are won
I try to smile away my fears
I grimace with temporary cheers
You thrilled me in many ways
My High spirit is led astray
Catastrophe...cuts...deep...
Alone, I ponder and weep...
Waiting for you to come and save me
I'm a creep to be honest, baby
I am a lost sheep,
Willing to be found
I don't make a peep
I'm a worthless sound
I'm sorry for disappointing you so
I guess I will let this grief grow
Don't let me go and I want you to know
I love you, but reap what you sow
A young lad once got caught in his zipper
An unfortunate case of the ripper
He shed lots of tears
Never lost his fears
Of peeing in his new bedroom slipper.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
written March 1, 2022
entered "Naughty Yet Innocent" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mohan Chutani