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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment, will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept, and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
YES UNITY! Fantabulously-fantastic!
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living' it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By; pd
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
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Gullies scar brown earth
Hurricanes bring erosion
Of both soil and lives
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009
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Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide,
comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air.
She feels the same sand between her toes
as when she was a barefoot little girl, in a time
she felt safe, when the eyes of her mother protected her
like a suit of armor - before the mighty wall of water,
the “harbor wave”, towered over her village
near Fukushima, washing her happy childhood away.
Her dear mother, her security, her everything
never came home that day.
Many months later, her father, a local fisherman,
has lost his ability to cry, laugh or tell her why.
His silent eyes, cold as frost, are dead
like the poisoned fish he nets every morning.
In many ways, Kyoko lost both of her parents
on that haunting day - forced to grow up long before
the water receded, before the nuclear leak,
before this new, austere existence.
Night deepens the despair. She is loneliest
when darkness invades. She prays for the crickets
return. They no longer sing her to sleep, and the stars
have faded, no longer shining through her open window.
Even the grasshoppers have died…
from restless sleep, night calls her to the mirror
to find her mother’s dark eyes staring back at her –
a curse she hopes will one day become a blessing,
a hope that one day her father will look at her again...
With tomorrow, her greatest burden will return.
She will wake along side the broken-winged butterfly
with her duties in mind. Then, she’ll wear her stoic face
to the marketplace. Father says he will soon lose
his fishing boat. She has heard visitors from the city say
only a fool would eat the fish from nearby waters,
the same fish she fries most every day. No one knows
the global impact, they say. She hears foreign words
like radiation, disease and mutation while she sells
the shiso and wasabi root from their garden stand,
feeling fear she does not fully understand but one day will.
She only knows how to survive today…
For Debbie Guzzi's Global Poetry Contest, 11/19/14
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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tempest stomps her feet
as she shakes her liquid skirt
knee deep in N'awlins
Copyright © Rickie Elpusan | Year Posted 2005
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Many times the ocean
has saved Nippon, pearl of the sea,
an oceanic symbiosis a speck in a fecund see.
The dikes of man such miniscule plans to hold back the tide.
The throngs, each and all crawl across the thin skin of volcanic soil
or rise with in the hump-backed alps of remnant cones.
Yet, the sea rises to reclaim its own
scour the pallet of man, refine, burnish melt, reform.
With pen and sword kanji drawn, samurai born
with knife and bone entrails torn, honor tested
tested by the hand of He,
tested and found worthy.
The children of the Divine Wind
rise above the tsunami, as one, unbowed.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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St Helens, volatile lady,
Is letting off some steam.
She is seething now with anger.
We know not to what extreme.
I remember the eruption in
The year of ninety-eighty.
That fierce outburst proved her to be
A quite hot-headed lady.
She will not tell what ticked her off.
She gets her satisfaction,
Not from talk or boastfulness.
She articulates with action.
So take your puny instruments
And foolish speculations.
She well may have surprise in store
Beyond all expectations.
Don't tramp on her abundant skirts;
That tends to irritate her.
This lady's incensed enough now,
You're foolish if you bait her.
She's given you fair warning
And if you take her dare
You can't run far enough to get
Her ash out of your hair.
By Joyce
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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Himalayan Trip-Trap
They poured in, before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their cribs -through-hearse stages,
trusting like kids, a burnished sky, blue-white,
a cocktail of the wrong and right,
and the mountains, inwardly grumbling ,
darkly forbidding…
Snaking it up to the high spots of primeval Gods,
thro roads, loosely wrapping the giant, like gray ribbons,
sleeping in structures disputed by the rivers
on questions of right of way ,
they milled about, haggled and honeymooned,
peed and pilgrimaged, at Badri and Kedar,
belonging to the likes of Sankaras, long before
touts and tours stirred their sequestered worlds .
And the super giant suddenly fancied a good shower,
with unusually heavy cloudbursts , landslides
And down flowed
decades of filth with silt settling to ceiling heights.
The crowds, local and visiting, clung on to life like limpets
watching their kin, their life’s bearings, settings and links,
uprooted, tossed and broken,
hurtling down,
Escapees from being buried in debris,
now cornered in hell, bereaved and battered,
famished and plundered, living and dying from moment to moment
on nothing, save air laced with fumes of rotting death
at the tipping points of sanity , pondering
their turn of fates;
development vis-a-vis disasters ;
disasters vis-à-vis puny mitigation measures
tragedies-in-the-making vis-a-vis remedies forsaken;
freak instances vis-à-vis climate changes.
They remain stranded , for days on end,
despite the IAF, army men and their copters
( not the other services or their detractors)
risking their lives on a huge rescuing effort.
The natives, rescued or not, stranded for life, though.
@24 jun 2013. By :S.Jagathsimhan Nair
* This is about the thousands of tourists and locals remaining stranded in the Himalayan heights for about a week now, with dwellings, roads and bridges washed away/ blocked by heavy rains , landslides and floods.
Sankara refers to Adi Sankara, the saint of the 8th Cy AD.
Badri and Kedar mean Badrinath and Kedarnath, two important places of pilgrimage in the Himalayan heights.
IAF : Indian Air Force
For Deb’s 'Referential' contest , referring to the loss engendered by the Himalayan geography which finds expression, different, though, in the metaphors of Kash's poem, 'My emotional geography', with ref to expressions like valley of pain, ocean of sorrow, tearful rivers,foggy mountains etc.
For SKAT's Epic-only contest.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2013
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On the eastern shore, she knocked on our door
Then drifted away to the west
She then turned north, and steadily forth
With rage upon her crest
As she gathered force, On a steady course
To a land below the sea
Too Unaware, or unprepared
For such a tragedy
Toppling of homes, the shredding of domes
of a wind that relentlessly blows
All the terrain, was flooded with rain
When the lake did overflow
And then she passed, and none to fast
This city beneath the sea
Leaving this flood, which carries our blood
Through a land of misery.
Hurricane Katrina
Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2005
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Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years
And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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A storm is brewing
Everybody is aware
Soup appears silent
Something is gonna take it by a storm
A storm is brewing
The contest is prestigious
Everyone wants to be a winner
All have sharpened the arsenals
The backdoor war has already begun
A storm is brewing
Linda says I am the number one
One knows how to get the job 'Silent'ly done
Broken has strengthened her Wings
Tim says I participate for a win
Andrea ,Casarah are not a step behind
BL says I am God of Gods, Devnath
Everybody says take it easy
But I can see all of them busy
CayCay ,Pandita say our age, experience is advantage
Little Hansteven is bold enough to perform on a bigger stage
Victor has vowed to emerge victorious
T.J. has got his own flavor
All are set to do their best
No one wants to leave any stone unturned
This storm is going to do a world of good
Some are going to noticed as lightening blaze in the dark skies,
Some are going to heard as crashing thunder booms
Some are going give double delight of echoes at quiet night
This storm is gonna leave it's marks
It is gonna connect lot many hearts
The storm is gonna give people sleepless nights
Good part is after the storm there won't be any fights
Wish this storm to hit soup frequently
It will challenge people's abilities
Now that it's official ,A storm is brewing
I can't stop my self , I am also participating
A storm is brewing
A storm is brewing
Copyright © Anand Parmale | Year Posted 2016
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The inky black water sucks her in further
As she descends into the black depths of the abyss
Cloying dark swirls cover her head as soundlessly it reaches
Possessing her every inhalation – exhalation - it envelopes her with force
Takes her heart, reaches for her soul, it’s now her master
Breaking News!!
Beautiful snow on Tropical Island
Mountains and dales covered with a white mantel
But it is the middle of Summer - What?
She gives in humbly, her every fiber reaching out, screaming
to be one with the Death of Darkness
Breaking New!!
Fukushima has been a worldwide wake-up call
The country with the largest reactors - 104
When Nature and Nuclear energy come into collusion
Consequences can catastrophically be lethal with fusion
For Shame Mankind - For Shame
From the dawn of creation, in perfect unity they abided
Her beauty was ethereal, all things she bore magnificent and surreal
Proud in their union till mankind’s focus declined and degenerated
Once the most beautiful of planets in the solar system
Mankind the most ruthless in his destruction - and all she can ask is why?
Her environment is in chains?
Breaking News!!
The bees are dying
Chemicals poison the flowers
Who will tend her gardens?
For Shame Mankind - For Shame
She has the feelings of utter abandonment, loneliness and sorrow
In defeat - she struggles to fight back, draining her depleted energy even more
So she gives into its cruelty, and she surrenders, she surrenders
As she sinks steadily murky bubbles streaming away
Enfeebled and expended descending lower, lower into darkness, giving in
Too weary to fight back - It makes No difference now - No difference
Breaking News!!
Pristine stream - Beaches - Oceans
Carelessly man strews with litter
Plastic islands form - fish sick and dying
For Shame Mankind For Shame
And then - a child’s soft touch, caressing her cheek sweetly
Feeling so like Love - Softly - oh so softly
Her daughter, Water strokes her on her cheek
Then lifts her mother gently, surfacing quickly, so quickly
With every ounce of strength, she decides to fight back
One last desperate attempt to live for her planet once more
Rushing to her side are her two sons
Lightning Bolts streak like the hammer of Thor
Furious - one breathes extreme heat and fire
Burning down everything in his path in his ire
Ferocious and Destructive is he in his Fury
The other - unbridled pure unadulterated Air of the Winds
They join as a team spreading destruction even faster
Terrifying in their unified collaboration
Formidable are they when joined together
All for One and One for All
Putting differences aside they arrive to save her
Their Mother, Mother Earth, they rise together as one
Earth - Wind - Water and Fire to fight back for a Planet they love
One More Time - One More Time - One More Time
Mankind arise from the depths of your Shame
Wake up to your sacred mandate
Time’s short - But it’s never too late
Guns and Wars - phenomenal destructive havoc you wreak
Its Peace and Abundance in this message I seek
Cast aside differences, disputes, conflicts, dissension like the elements do
Bring Peace and Serenity on earth which helps the Environment too
Footnote added –!!NEW BREAKING NEWS!!
In my reply to Nette Onclaud’s kind message, I mentioned a dedicated lady in Hong Kong who has rallied the people to clean up the island. Her name is Kinzie who is originally from Canada. Coincidentally, she sent me an email which I’m sharing the link on here with you.
Please copy and paste the link below on google
Newsletter is now available online:
http://heartbeat.com.hk/fresh/2017/08/the-shit-show
Enjoy ...Naturally, Kinzie - Founder
natural life in the fast lane - Everything is connected. - Listen to your own heartbeat.
www.heartbeat.com.hk
Video and Music
Save the Mother Earth - Ken Wei
Published on May 4, 2012
This video and track is a non-commercial attempt to highlight the fact that world leaders, irresponsible corporations and mindless 'consumers' are combining to destroy life on earth.
It is dedicated to all who died fighting for the planet and those whose lives are on the line today.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017
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All you do
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb
Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel
Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance
You seek to
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed
Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour
Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm
From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane
In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy
In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror
Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery
Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe
Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean
Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance
In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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Watching the trees
get whipped by wind and rain,
I thought of the birds
of falling nests
and
broken wings,
why are there none
at my window today?
Yesterday they were here,
when the liquid curtains fell
Let them seek shelter here.
I hear them distantly,
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger
than me.
08212013100.202
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2013
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As he slept in tranquil dream,
Suddenly he flew, it seemed.
Thrown and landing on the floor,
Shaking walls and splintered doors.
Just as quick, the room grew still.
Distant tremors he could feel.
Out the door, and up the rock,
There he stood in sleepy shock.
How could oceans disappear.
Then a hissing he could hear
And a trembling, heavy roar
Headed for an empty shore.
Sunrise turned a greenish hue,
As he climbed, a better view.
Seeming far too large, he saw
What must be a water wall.
Thought of ancient stories told
Of a wrath that could unfold;
Sucking oceans with a breath,
Spewing endless waves of death.
Instinct quickly cleared his mind.
Panic now, he clawed and climbed.
Up, despite the screams he hears,
As a village disappears.
Once an evil came to call,
Scooped them up and took them all.
Now he's old, his stories wane,
Of the morning Satan came.
Gene Bourne
08-18-14
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Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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Earthquake
ominous, tragic
crumbling, exploding, mocking
destruction, ashes, horror, shambles,
ruining, flagging, pulverizing
unmerciful, belligerent
tremor
Diamante Poem for Regina Riddle
11 Nov 2014
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2014
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Cash
Slashed by
Uncle Sam
Hard earned wages
Burned as income tax
Cash gone like blowing wind
Tax is not like sweet vermouth
This is just like pulling hen’s tooth
Tax going up, paycheck going down
Tax man leave us alone—we need a break!
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Won Honorable Mention
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietirch
June 20, 2010
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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
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The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
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Blind panic
There was a warning came one day
It said disaster’s on its way
An old volcano in the distance
It could erupt in any instance
The molten ash came pouring out
As neighbouring village was in doubt
Folk were running to and fro
It seems they had nowhere to go.
Buildings were cracking one by one
Blocking out the golden sun
This thing did turn our day to night
As everyone was filled with fright
As the Earth did turn to lava
Many prayed to the holy father.
Vera Duggan 16 August 2014.
Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2014
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volcano erupts
beachside village in peril --
monster 'neath the waves
water wall rises
tsunami washes ashore --
souls float on blue tide
*For Rick's "Flowing Water" Haiku Contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
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twisters swirl
nest graveyards ‘neath fallen trees
birds mourn their unborn
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
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Rampage rumbling water roars dig the shores
Heavy hard they grapple trees and humans
Tumbling turner tides glide no one adore
Frightened humans, they run! Run and run fast!
As they desire to survive ever more
From angry nimbus clouds darkening span
To merry-go-round waves muddy wet skirt
Gnawing so hungry to launch damage pert
Beeping screams a reigning train of terror
Rattling man's safety in viral bellow
The ground shut bullet rush without error
All will see an avalanche fresh fresco
the scathe and cries a full furor mirror
Waiting for hope - the sun's chrome of yellow
Abrupt sea assault bridge to sudden death
Taking all weak and anyone with breath
© O. E. Guillermo
9:48pm
September 28, 2009
*** FROM A DOCUMENTARY I watch about killer tsunami
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse II
placed 2nd
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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child pinned
under ruins…
hands feel the kiss of death
mute … until sand-stoned light opens
breaths twitch
2/ 10/2016
Contest:The One Who Survives
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
*Based on an strong earthquake with a magnitude
of 7.2 in 2013. The daughter of our family friend
was dug alive after a few days.
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY
Conscious cold clouds sweeping, killing softly the suns bright,
romancing evocatively with the winds, aghast it blows! Blows!
Gray to black are the skies shadows. Shafts of light longer,
they tantalize in between blows joined clear by a decibel bang!
Frightened golden grains for harvest, helpless! They bend down
and so are the piteous bushes, unashamed, waving their arms
as if crying out for immediate rescue but no one is there...
Drops to dagger liquid sequins fall heavily unto them nonstop.
Amidst pounds of force and fury from the natural forces,
I, glad to be cocooned by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
Wrapped tight to his arms, my heart is soaking with contentment,
his drizzling caresses flood my nerves, I am all giddy inside...
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6:00 pm, November 19, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
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