Best Nino Poems
~soft mountain blankets
goose down like flakes, winter store
potential life thrust
~El Nino awake
a weather serpent slither
energized frolic
~white mountain blankets
cascade floods of winter store
aroused mud demon
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And Contest: Nature Comes to Life
Categories:
nino, naturewinter, winter,
Form:
Haiku
If I hear Gucci Gang one more time I'm going to go insane
I went from being a tortured poet, to a music artist's music leaving me in pain
Repeating the same words for 2 minutes, you leave most poets pens ashamed
Out of all the new rappers, I couldn't tell you ten names
They're all the same, rapping about nonsense
Oh you take drugs and brag, thank you for the context
I'd rather listen to Nas, Rakim, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and stuff more complex
Lil Pump is as talented as an orange
Does he even speak a real language? Because everything sounds Foreign
Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, Big Pun, Eminem, Tupac, Bone Thugs N Harmony were the best people
Lil Pump, Young Thug, Soulja Boy, and most these new rappers make me jealous of deaf people
At least if I was deaf I wouldn't have to hear what they say
But they mumble their words so I can't make it out anyway
a dictionary of words, and these fools use the same 10 words in every song
These days rappers are all the same, there's no edgy one
I'm 25, but grew up on Jadakiss, Fabolous, 50 Cent, Game, and Wu Tang
So forgive me for not caring about these drug addicted bragging rappers with their new slang
Holding on to 80's 90's and early two thousands Hip-Hop so I won't lose touch
But I can't believe half the nonsense I'm hearing from this new stuff
When these rappers come on you have to Mute it
The best new rappers, are Cole, Kendrick, Nino Bless, Locksmith and Joyner Lucas
Sometimes holding on is good, but you need to know when to remove the hand
Which is now, because I'm going to go insane the next time I hear Gucci Gang
Categories:
nino, fun, funny, identity, parody,
Form:
Free verse
You asked me important questions yesterday
And wanted me to answer them in December;
But I’ve offered to answer you this very day,
Before the end of the month of September.
Hope my honest answers will make your day
As you prepare to walk through November.
“What makes you always happy and ever strong?
Even when like tilapia you’re thrown in deep sea?
Though you can’t swim, you sing a favorite song!
What indeed changes your agony into glee?
What calms you down amid a hostile throng?
Why are you positive like an evergreen tree?
“You do not seem to fear summer or severe winter
The winds may blow like death across your soul;
Unfairness may rain on you like the el-nino rains;
And thrust you down; almost fainting to the floor;
But you bounce right back to the top of mountains
Are you made of sponge that absorbs every blow?”
Well, well, listen to me O friend of my heart
I am not an angel but a mortal human being,
Just like any other person, I feel pain and I do hurt.
I have tons of tears to shed but also a song to sing;
I can agonize as I carefully organize a music concert
And on rough days my rare favorite songs I sing.
You want to know the reason why I keep positive?
Positive because I’ve got an altogether positive Savior.
When the tempest raged, the sea became negative,
It was deadly dark and the fog didn’t want to clear—
For even the skies were gloomy and utterly negative.
But Jesus; my positive Savior took away my fear!
Through the pain, I have learned to love Him more.
Now I know His voice better; twice He spoke to me;
I know His footsteps in battle; thrice He went before
He gives me joy and peace and hope—at stormy sea.
Yes, I am only human but my Savior is in control.
That’s why I’m happy-all my being goes aglow.
Categories:
nino, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Storm warning, record rain
Jet stream, El Nino waters
Wind gusts and mudslides
For Brian Strand's Poetry of the Noun contest
Categories:
nino, natural disasters, nature, seasons
Form:
Haiku
THE CHENNAI FLOODS - SECOND PART
No food nor drinking water, those alive, pity
Faced chillness, starvation and panic in eyes
No medicines, no blankets and no clothes
People succumbed in homes and on roads
Hundreds of people dead; countless injured
Houses and cars in thousands submerged
All essential storage quickly lost; and no food
Nor shelter; alas providers became seekers
A catastrophe that none believed will happen,
Occurred anyway, as people simply wilted low
Money and materials could not be of help
As holding hands alone forebode being alive
The future looked suddenly bitter and bleak
With money, valuables and motorcars lost
Very difficult it looked to make good the loss
As personal belongings all vanished in a toss
And by the time the boats came calling
And relief was in sight; most people had
Lost the battle and barely held their lives
The unrelenting flood having spewed its wrath
The misfortune threw up the good Samaritans
For many showed up, courting risk upfront
To save many a folk, with dedication abound
In desperate time providing solace and succor
Brave young volunteers were there in full
To reach supplies for people in a mess
But the disaster had hit in full, long before
Many need decades to get back, as before.
And then army men arrived to ferry in boats
Saving people, marooned and maligned
Helicopters dropped food for hungry mouths
As pilots picked the sick and the hopeless
The Government claimed it did its part, well
While the critics made a lot of noise, as ever
Alas people were left, high and dry; dismayed
To mourn the loss and weep, in silent mode!
Some said the authority failed; in their role
Some said it was “El Nino” “Climate Change”
Many attributed: highest rainfall in 100 years!
But I know: Millions of folk took a mighty blow!
Categories:
nino, courage, halloween, horror, loss,
Form:
Ballad
stones in the heavens which do not migrate
but crumble down to the earth.
cortez crumbling...crumbling futher down.
playing dice on the street corner with all
the other half shaded stone icons.
mother mary in the summer heat
melts in a red dress of wax across
the square cobbled plaza..
quicker than a soul flight burning radon red,
the plumed serpent god flies over tin
metal and cardboard canopies.
with his passport in his back pocket he heads
north searching for a little luck.
i saw him once you know, he was standing
very still on one leg in a small garden
outside a trailor park in woodland washington.
he came in the year of an el-nino and landed
next to a two tone painted el camino.
the sun glissened off of the two of them
in a fantastic brilliance.
return of the dorsoflexion criss crossed sun.
return of the meso-mythic pinnicle..
Categories:
nino, cowboy-western,
Form:
We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud
We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal
We Fight for Strength
We Battle for Bravery
We clutch our hearts and threaten to die for the pain that builds inside
To say we miss you would be a lie, for that in itself is an understatement
We feel emptiness creep upon our souls, as winter does an autumn tree
We are like flowers waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room
We stand still in different places waiting.....
We wait for your sweet kisses to clear away fallen tears
To hear you call to tattle on your little sister for beating you up.
Or just to say "I Love you Mom, and I miss you."
To hear you say "Hey dipstick" (a crazy nickname you gave me).
To listen to you go on and on just to say "Alex these girls be crazy."
We watch for your shadow to emerge as you walk about in our shops to chew da fat with Dad, and listen as he gives words of encouragement and wisdom
You spread your love like birds in flight
You flashed those pearls and made everything bright
To countless you touched for many called you family
But, to us you were our HEART, the missing link to our jig saw puzzle
Your presence was made, Your absence is surely missed
SLEEP WELL EL NINO
Categories:
nino, brother, death, family, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
this story told is twofold we begin the ice storm of ninety-eight it was a big deal then but the trend the new is global warming debate There is one coming some day like the El Nino but it will be the last not how scientist say it will convey but the heaven and earth on fire the wrath God is not willing any should perish in that storm but free will is given you have a choice to listen to men or God but be warned judge for yourself for me it is God's voice for in the end man can not keep his own soul alive you may say all religions say that in as many words Do not believe me then ask God yourself for He only revives
Categories:
nino, christian, death, faith, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun is out with its full force
And the hot wind carrying dust
Beats us with grains of sand
Grains of sand and no mercy
They have predicted an El-nino rains
Good child my learned theologian claims
Heavy torrents claims the meteorogian
Taking cue they are clearing the drainage
Be it sunny or rainy.. wind or torrents
I remain calm with an inner peace
Its called knowing that it shall be well
It shall be well with my soul.. shalom
Categories:
nino, environment, rain, summer, wind,
Form:
Blank verse
For the longest time, I have been longing,
For your return, my dear are you lodging,
Months and days I have been standing looking from afar...
In the distance, all I see Is the mirage
Dark skin toned is my reflection on the mirror
My back is all scorched up
The hydrogen twins and their sister oxygen have cried out...
Just because of that cruel brother of yours,
So fierce like hell didn't, even say hello this morning
You said he will bring ice cream, guess what, He bought lava cream!
All the green turned brown and dragging the hands on the ground.
All we see is dust and crust, it's all red and the waves of his friend 'El Nino', Winter please come back we are perishing.
I remember those days when we were doing dress up from head to toe,
Those nights we used to cuddle in bed together having hot chocolate watching a movie,
And that morning, we would bask in the sun and rubbing each other's hands Winter, swidy please come back...
I'm drying up...
Melted down...
And just about to evaporate my breath out, just show me your face!
I miss you,
I need you,
Please come and rescue me
Dear winter, I just pray Summer won't burn this letter into ashes before you see it.
Space-Poet
Categories:
nino, cry, miss you, seasons,
Form:
Personification
I look on the news today
Seeing picture thousands of miles away
I cant find the words to pray
Katrina such a pretty name
Katrina what an awful shame
You blew away my hame
As the wind picks up in the southern sky's
As the rivers burst the flood walls so high
I ask myself why
Why do we build on flood plains
Just like Babel challenging Gods name
People will always be the same
So Katrina is a warning from above
Just like El Nino and the rising tides
Remeber its Gods will if you live or die
Categories:
nino, natural disasters, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
When doors close, there's more to it than denying you access to what’s inside. We often think that what’s inside is something we cannot live without.
So we feel disappointed, disillusioned, dispossessed, disabled, depressed.
Sometimes, we are overwhelmed, feeling shut out, as if no other doors exist.
Often, it takes a little time, the kind that heals all wounds, as new doors open.
Coveted things inside the closed door loses their appeal as we were healed.
We discovered our life’s purpose down the hall or across the street;
Our phone rang with a new opportunity, as we sat for a bite to eat.
Some doors are meant to be shut, because there is nothing for us inside.
At first, it’s painful to the face; but later we realize our life has meaning. So we lift our heads with that same face, and smiling we say, “Thank you”.
“Thank you”, because often, only ‘doors in your face experiences’ can bring epiphany.
A job change left me away from my family, living on a borrowed 50 foot boat.
One stormy El Nino night, I rocked and rolled; by God’s grace I stayed afloat.
Life’s not always a treat, nor is it a retreat on a sunny beach; but life will always reach out its hands, offering to teach.
03222016 PS Contest, When A Door Closes, by Broken Wings
Categories:
nino, beach, blessing, boat, christian,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Why don’t we let things to be
The way they were meant to be?
We strive to thrive
By a meddling drive
Into Nature’s territory.
Nature gave what Nature gave
Why not preserve it and save?
Instead we try
To modify
Play lesser gods who’re naïve.
Trees we hew, gasses spew,
Vanish’d is the mountain dew.
Music is now what we make,
No chirping birds by a placid lake.
We devour the earth like the termites do!
Fish and plants and bees and birds
And of course domesticated herds
Nature breeds
Through cyclic seeds
But for humankind, I have no words
There’s no space for the human race,
In high-rise cities we grope for place.
From up on high
Beyond morassed sky
The sun just smiles at our errant ways
And Nature smiles at mankind’s toils
As laboriously the earth he despoils.
Tsunamis and tremors, El Nino and Nina,
Hurricanes like Rita and unforgettable Katrina .
Nature, my dear, is beyond your wiles
But have we discerned, our lessons learned?
We get what we deserve, our desserts are earned
We seek WMD, genetic research,
Towards extinction we fervently search,
We eagerly wait till to atoms we’re turned.
Let the Lord be my Shepherd, let me not want.
Let me say a prayer, not endlessly rant.
With infinite love he can fill up your life,
Let’s not test Him, (else be led to the knife!)
Let’s be the sheep, and we shall not want
Categories:
nino, nature, nature, earth, me,
Form:
The Don, the Boss, El JEFE, El Patron mas feroz.
Born and bred to relinquish the rules, exploit the fools, and elude the FEDs
Andando sin cuerda en los calles de Medellin, Don Pablo nacio con hambre y
sed "Pues Claro mijo, por que yo no soy ningun estrella bonito. I came to
conquer this world, an d steal from Los Ricos." He'd say, thus being his
mission objective.
Medellin, Colombian wasn't you're everyday plot of Land or tale of glory.
Mountanous landscapes, alarmingly temptuous women, and love stories.
Cocaine paid the drug Cartels en route to the most lucrative drug trade
Escobar swore that he would dig his own grave, if he wasn't a millionaire
by the age 22, so he stole and he killed with cold-hearted skill engraved
into the Soul of a man possessed by El Diablo mas bravo que el Fuego.
El nino Pablito, un nino de Cielo... Gano todos sus Exitos sin nada de miedo.
Yeah, yeah, yeahh. He killed, he robbed, his thrill was the mob! So WHAT??
He was a sick man, a smart man, could form a mile of sand into contraband.
He was N-U-T-S. Pues si, claro caballeros, mas que todo Loco pero mas que
nadien Astuto. He bought land, he bought planes, he negotiated business
just by the drop of his Name. I won't judge, and I won't budge, the fact is
the man made so much money that FORBES had to nudge, he was rated.
In retrospect, history teaches us many lessons concerning human behavior.
You take a man from any walk of life and fill him with a tenacious Ambition
and it won't matter how the chips fall, because if he isn't holding the Ace's
he's strategizing to rig the deck of cards, already ahead of the races. Look,
Im not the guy you puts these guys in cuffs, and I ain't the guy that honors
this stuff, But I will tell you this -- Pablo Escobar understood something that
the rest of the world won't, or can't. Fear in the presence of action can and
will override ruling powers and force their submission. Lo llamaron un "Robin
Hood", y El Patron De Mal. Indeed, he figured out a way to divide and Conquer.
Categories:
nino, people, sin, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Cletus O'Toole spent some time in Reno
Where he lost his shirt playin' at keno
This caused a great deal of strife
With his long-sufferin' wife
She raged on like a squally El Nino
Categories:
nino, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Limerick