Best Typhoon Poems
Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship
between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.
On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —
like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away
on a one-way
ticket to disaster —
no peace to find.
Stonewalling
rest with stress
and anxiety.
No sleep
on a tidal bore
without soporifics
in a
midnight typhoon
pawning fantasy.
by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
February 3, 2019
So many cities
flattened by angry waves
wind-borne suffering.
[Originally penned as response to someone's poem here, but altered a tiny bit]
Retrocognating
Devastating typhoon came
Sturdy than ever
Foretold its mighty
Long before hit the downhills
Flooding all over
Wandering chelas
Discerning how it may create
Learning to alter
Uniting mass wind
Resonates with person's mind
Consciousness battle
Denser form of thoughts
Validates its energy
Chosen experience.
The strongest typhoon in the world today,
Devastated our beloved country,
Hit different places without mercy,
Now we feel his unexplained fury.
A strong wind makes the roof flying like papers,
Rainfalls turned roads like lakes and rivers,
Even houses and buildings are broken,
What have you done? Our lives are fallen.
In times like this we need to be united,
Your prayers and generosity are counted,
Give goods to those who are in need,
Show your love, show your good deed.
God is with us no matter what happened,
He always guide us so we never sadden,
He will heal our torn souls and hope again,
For there is a sunshine after the storm rain.
November 8, 2013
I wrote this poem while watching the news online
For Giorgio V. Impress Me III (old/new) poem "Nature"
Tempestuous gales imbued the horizons about
Thunder and lightning charged the dense sky
Watching shards of a rainbow swiftly fleeing
Flashing blacks and greys permeates the eye
Forsooth the heavens were vexed with rage
Hearken to the voices of the gods this day
Echoing through the mountains and valleys alike
There was no denying this mighty display
Expeditiously it came, like a furious beast
With a hefty breath, it suddenly dissipated
It was as if, the gods had been satisfied
Some way or another, they had been compensated
Within a heart beat, the birds took flight again
Flying in the wind, for now, they were immune
The elements now all calm, brewing in their guise
Don't play with this woman, she's a wild typhoon
TYPHOON FROM RANGOON
A lazy typhoon from Rangoon
Ravaged the seas in a balloon
He scuttled a ship
But let the cord slip
And had to relieve himself on the moon
Great day in the morning
The storm hit without warning
Locked in our hotel in Kowloon
As outside raged a great Typhoon
It’s a long haul to get to Hong Kong
Just to be locked in a hotel all day long
They sandbagged up and blocked the front door
Thus, we could not go out and explore
But with all that wind and slashing rain
To be outside would be akin to insane
So, being as we were on the 47th floor
Our room swayed as the wind whistled and roared
There we sat listening to the rain
When inspiration hit, I’ll order champagne
The folks from room service were so very nice
And our champagne soon arrived in a bucket of ice
Sipping champagne with your wife in Kowloon
Now this is the makings of a second honeymoon
I began singing a romantic tune
In hopes it would make her heart swoon
Alas, she was not of the same mood
She bade me, “Shut up and order us food!”
What's cha gonna do?
I gonna do nothing
Gonna ride the wind
Like a wave
Down the hurricane lane
Over the monsoon top
Roar over the desert valley
Dashing down the freeway
Packing my punch
Yeah, that's what I am going to do
What's cha gonna do?
Lol
Haha
Mighty nature’s force mixing things around
Battering places in agitation
Landslides and flashfloods surge high from the ground
Causing damages, large devastation
High casualty rate --- worst destruction
Climate change creates more occurrences
Of this monstrous ghost leaving crises
But midst the strongest wind and heavy rain
Prayer saves us... typhoon’s strength decreases
So, save mother earth to draw storms in vain.
Nov. 1,2022 16.13pm
Theme: Nature (Storm)
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No matter how stormy life gets,
Let it not bring you down with frets.
Death met at work, a months' long livestock voyage
Appalling fate found forty men in ocean's contempt
Churned in days' worth of typhoon crazed torment
Upside down violence turned trapped crew to carnage
Water walled onslaught slammed seafaring stronghold
Cattle float stark on dark ocean, hooves raised, bloated
Vets embarked the journey, to bovine well-being devoted
Vessel of mass measures, by sea vehemence controlled
Taken from life during a shift, loyal young strong sailors
Skilled handlers, pined for infant families, scared at home
Mammoth stern dug beneath unending depth, groaned
Instruments steady didn't warn of ceilings spray showers
Tenacity kept crew clutching straws in relentless storm
Hull refused her duty, rising cold belly swamped within
Dutiful men tended soiled stock, their outlook grim
Windows disguised skywards, horizon stolen in scorn
Deck gave only feasible exit point, though death due either way
Going under or leaping off, bodies driven on stiff vein adrenalin
Forty faithful crew, prisoners in their workplace, remember them
Ninety children learn that dire time leaves their lives in disarray
7th September 2020
Black sky blue moon
From the seashore comes typhoon
Fury grows above lagoon
At its zenith this afternoon
Soon
It will pass the nearby dune
Singing its horrific tune
Spreading magic of which teaspoon
It is enough to form a monster goon
That can swallow the very moon
Above the moorland stretches the typhoon
Its fury has no end, it’s visible from Neptune
It is time of monsoon
On baobab climbs baboon
He warns of oncoming typhoon
Appealing to strange visage of red harvest moon
This which can’t be named is typhoon
And name that to circumvention is immune
To celestial magic it wills attune
Its visage can be seen from a balloon
Beautiful is the moon
Delightful is its light and sang tune
Sang with clarinet and bassoon
It enchants and softens the typhoon
It missed the appointment
Emotions accumulated in the air
Depressed the bougainvillea speetabilis on the balcony
And the parrot’s rap
The clouds are very light and thin
Like the white woman passing by downstairs
I wonder who she is about to meet
The lucky one
May also wait for the wind
I get used to wait
And overlook for something
I believe the sun-like promise
Will be realized in a sudden moment of raising my head
I get used to be patient and tolerant
This season has one typhoon after another
The route is too ambiguous
and too mysterious
[Continued from previous episode.]
…on my third Cold War deployment
Patrolling the South China Sea,
Having many good reasons to be there,
Though no one’d explained them to me.
The mess cooks were dishing out mid-rats.
I was Mess Deck Master-at-Arms.
The ship’s rock and roll grew excessive,
Should’ve hit the collision alarm.
Cups, trays, and all of it crashed to the deck.
The scullery crew threw a fit.
I steadied my sea legs and harnessed my will.
Nodded to Senior Chief, “I’ll take care of it.”
To be continued…
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