Best Cyclone Poems
He's a cyclone chaser, cloaked in neon tracer
that mirrors stars dying, heartless witches flying
Feint
Heads spin
Ghost drifts time
Floating through shapes
Goal!
12/29/13
Chrome metallic clouds
Treacherous fluctuating waves
Whispers of the storm
CYCLONE HAIKUS
Mighty trees once proud
No match for destructive winds
Toppled to the ground
Loud and angry howls
Powerful and mighty gusts
All heads bow in fear
Winds rage night and day
No way to cover our ears
To drown out the sound
round cyclone in sea
nature's unseen first finger
rotates in middle
The grey taps of the heavens are leaking,
Thunder goes ka-boom,
Heavy rains drip drip with lightning streaking,
Zipping through the gloom;
Non-stop, the water flows, forming puddles,
Feet squish through the rain,
Inside our home, under blanket cuddles,
We wish to remain;
At night, the frogs, they ribbit- ribbit loud,
Enjoying the damp,
Rivers flow on streets under the storm cloud,
Showering its stamp;
Praying for this pitter-patter to end,
Rain drumming the land,
How much more torrent from the sky'll descend?
No more can we stand.
11.10.2021
For Emile Pinet's "Onomatopoeia" contest
Syllable count: 10.5.10.5 (checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
The wind blows strongly
The branches of trees dancing
leaves and birds disturbed.
It moves in circle
Objects and sand rotate too
Cyclone ravages.
Moving
Making sounds
Blowing, shaking, raining
Lightening, roaring, breaking, blasting
Terrible.
Hey girl!
I love the way you whirl,
and swirl,
so deep inside my heart.
you're such a lovely cyclone as you tear my mind apart.
seething lava in my veins,
tsunami in my breast,
a hurricane that's gone insane,
an earthquake that won't rest.
your tremors how they move me,
I simply can't resist,
so I sprout wings, sweet golden things,
and fly into your kiss.
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How many years? I'm not even sure
It was late in the day, as the sun turned to rust
I was holding his hand, and trembling with fear
Kicking up dust with my Mary Jane shoes
filled with concoctions of sugar and goo
Looking at him for assurance and trust
I remember our feet boarding the plank
as if on the brink, of a life or death prank
My Dad, (for the fourth time, a smile on his face)
had offered a chance to back out with grace
But I was determined, insistent and firm!
How many times, had he taken a turn...
with my brother in tow?....While I watched from below
confined like a babe of the infantile row?
Dad finally relented, to my mother's chagrin
then took my hand,.......and my bravado began...
Sticky the heat, and so were my hands, ...we waited our turn
while a tummy would churn
We boarded the Cyclone, a faceless contraption,
that seemed quite familiar...the seaside attraction
that brother had made on our living room floor
with his Tinker Toy set, and the toys we adored
A strange looking man with a raw sunburned nose
and a head that seemed too small, like a small cabbage, posed
escorted us on, into a red metal bucket,
strapped us inside, like mice in his pocket!
The sound of the metal, was skimming the track
Winding up slowly, then full-on attack!
I buried my face in the arm of my Dad....
Blinded by fear, never once looking back
The Cyclone, I'm sure was fierce as could be
I wanted to look, and was too blind to see
Finally it stopped. We departed unharmed !
But never again... I was........NOT to be charmed
I only remember my two shaky knees,
barely walking the plank into my mother's arms !
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5/21/14
Through a masterful performance
I keep using
whatever poison is found around
to avoid abusing
my fragile psyche swirling inside.
The most sensitive
fragments my ego beholds are
of resistive
stubbornness and the negative
perspectives I hold.
“Get it together” and “Now”
I am told
after attempts to relate
with an embrace
miscarries the truth
about beauty and grace.
Forced, I listen intently
and dream of hope.
The brain heeds nothing
but this downward slope.
Without a timeless day ahead
I can’t equate
each dreadful decision made
to will or fate.
Positive regard trickles slower
as I drip
off of a ledge into free fall.
I only grip
what is in feasible reach of
the comfortable.
Depravity and gravity unites.
Barely audible...
to those overhead who witness me; ....
. ....now alone
Suspending....… all ideas in
the whirling cyclone
if for no other reason than
screeches
heard from the love left above:
Preaches.
Clarity escapes quickly though;
Echoes haunt the dark below
If I fall where shadows softly go,
will secrets rise from
depths
unknown?
3/28/2017
"on any subject" contest
long form
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The Chopper Cyclone
Oh Wild Wind! Why so rude?
Oh Dear God! Why no mercy?
Waited for rains; what we got is rage
Nursed hopes; only horror remains
December last, unbridled floods,
December this year, the Wild Wind
Gory events; misfortune manifested
With none to stop; our life is on hold
Oh Wild Wind! Why the dance of death?
Felling thousands of trees, we loved
All cables and power lines snapping to halt
Through howling cries; all passed away en-mass
A moment of mayhem, wrought havoc untold
The tall trees all, massacred, maimed
The wild aerobics; snuffing out the breathe,
Mauled and mangled the city is left mourning
Those that escaped wrath, some flora exist
Battered and bruised, broken and bent,
Twisted and tampered; crippled they lie
Centuries old, veterans, in ruins, they cry
Revival; may take a hundred years,
Alas, many of us will be gone by then,
Our companions, all through they were,
On a mad noon act; all vanished to nowhere
Ten thousand trees lost; is the count we have
As the city lies barren without, the green it wore
Family of trees lay victims; in parks and on pavements
While every road and compound added to the lore
Yes we waited for our reservoirs to fill
For flora, fauna and fields to survive
In turn; only received tears in our eyes
Only numbness remains, all hearts bleed
Last year water; this year the storm
Call it what you like; but curse is same
All elements that we presumed were allies
Turned a foe; that tale, God alone can tell
In a moment of madness; hate let loose
The ghost wind, showed rage unending
The fierce storm, hell bound it stood
Decimated everything in its path
Relenting only after revenge; extracted
As everyone around was in sheer disbelief
Dazed and shattered and shocked were we
Too numbed to think and too dumb to act
Yet the calamity will soon be forgotten;
As History’s bosom has many such stories
But both the scars will remain for decades,
The World has its dark side too!
Cyclone Cyclops
Abundant rain and profusion,
Darkness, wind and confusion,
Tempests; Cyclone is hungry
It tosses brick, man and sundry.
Womb of Heaven’s rupture
Bourne in wings of angry Nature
Celestial Dogs has set loose-
Pegasus too, broke the noose....
Topsy-turvy; Nature tumbles
‘Afore angry Nature’s rumbles
Twisting every structure
And snapping every suture!
Lo! Hell is roiling in solid snow
High hills bow flat and low-
Deep rivers ‘rise’ in waves
That stirs cold, forgotten graves.
You run to the high mountain
Which refuses to entertain....
“Kill me. Here’s the knife!”
None wants to take your life!
The loft turns pretty slippery
Under the sodden drapery.
To hide, dive in a frozen river
And surface with a fever or shiver.
Cyclops who is mad and angry
Inundating with slimy dysentery,
When silent goes his angry tone
Know, the monster is now gone.
‘Remnants’ of life and self gather
Again, to begin to be a father.
For, debris left in the mad wake
Leaves mind ceaselessly awake!
JM
09th February 2014
Zephir augured imminent rainfall
Azure turned in a somber sky
Raindrop puddles in the soil
Storm in the horizon
Seagulls seek haven
Wind swayed the leaves
Tropical
Storm knocked
Port
far away you start to form
from the western hills ,you start your life
gaining strength and causing strife
five hundred miles you build your force
knowing exactly your destined course
now in the east i hear your sound
i fear your destination has been found
the sun in the sky starts to fade
as the clouds turn to a dark shade of grey
bang, crack the lightning arrives
with her brother the thunder god, of the skies
a force of strength that has no match
as a fearsome sight my eyes did catch
with a mighty bang the sky starts to cry
weeping her tears from a blackened sky
trees all round hold on tight
for their life is in danger on this day and night
the brown burnt grass starts to dance to life
i see green shoots cut through the earth like a knife.
i sit and watch as the old man i am
never boring of nature ,so grand
she threatens my life ,though spares me today.
i know she,ll be back some other day.
till then my old friend , natures force.
ill wait for you to take your next course