"You hold Eternity in your hand!"
Boomed the ocean to the shore.
"For, in every grain of sand -
Is Earth's history for evermore! "
Traffic lights gleamed dark red
What was I ever thinking?
It was a cramped party, hallways smelled of whiskey
Sound of the bass boomed on down from the kitchen
You stole my glance so quick, didn't even bother asking
Like an amazed crowd, my eyes were stuck like tape
Your clamping steel grip led me to your flashy car
Rows of young women wearing lace robes
Didn't you say this was just a small dinner?
You whisper a sentence, then line us all up
This isn't the romance I thought I deserved
You love some textbook more than your wives
Is this my home or a cruel trick I don't get?
Veiled and draped in a gown, mute and helpless
My eyes do the talking which I cannot do
That same blue Mercedes drives me to Valhalla
Revolts and protesting got us to the top
We lead this group better than he ever did
Lightning strafed
the carbon sky
with blazing spears
and monster fangs.
Deep thunder boomed
like cannon fire
and rent clouds
from dreamless rest.
The grey néphos
wept profuse
to see havens
gored.
On the bridge
a maiden cowered
her moggy cat
in tow.
Sail and mast
trembled, racked;
a bygone king
bowed to pray
tossed on waters
thrashing wild.
The tempest sighed
gagged.
Desert shrines were canonical
before the Deluge.
The bamboo and fronds of their mouths
waved well in the sun,
and the strength of their arms shunned
the devilish romances of swift gales.
Oh, the heaths of the shrines
warmed the heart of the ancient world,
who brought the Rainbow as a gift! ...
And the shrines were holy
and kept the peace;
befriended the skies; flirted
with the blessings of furry, velvet clouds
and slept and rose with the vagaries of
a wild world.
But one day
the sun went suddenly wild;
the clouds in flamebursts tore off
their rain garments...
Deluge!
A watershed in the history of
Desert and her shrines.
Cannons boomed in the Deluge,
shook the roots of Desert
with the perdition of Pompeii
lying in one stretch of sleep...
And the shrines came crumbling!
Healing is embracing what is most feared; healing is opening what has been closed, softening what has hardened into obstruction, healing is learning to trust life. — Jeanne Achterberg
We wandered lonely along the cowslip-lined lane.
The sky was overcast, though I hoped it would not rain.
Still, though apart, we walked and talked about life.
Our thoughts were heavy, for we understood all about strife.
Occasionally, we glanced at each other and smiled,
Each felt a sensation of wonder and delight, so beguiled.
Rain began to fall, and we dashed to a nearby shed, a cosy place.
Thunder boomed. We found ourselves in a stunning, sweet embrace.
Placed 1
I had come through the night to be with him,
as rain, wild wind, and thunder boomed outside,
and removing my dripping coat,
I let my tangled raven wet hair fall . . .
he clasped my head to his beating heart,
as our tears came flowing down.
So God asked me smugly, “How did you
find the life I fashioned one for you?”
“Not very colorful, Sire,” I decried.
“My wife was homely and dull
My kids, mediocre and drab
I slogged, I struggled feeling ever gray.
An uneventful life. Unconditionally normal.
Methinks, you did a gross injustice by me.”
“Oh, shut the … whining,” God boomed.
“Just go back and get a life!”
Across the aisle, a chasm loomed,
Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed.
The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit—
Two titans clashed but never quit.
Ideals at war—left against right,
Taxes and spending, day and night.
Yet through the storm, respect held fast,
A bridge of trust, built to last.
Barbs and backslaps, sharp yet kind,
Irish fire, Hollywood's shine.
Deals in smoke, with laughter's ring,
A gentler time, when truth could sing.
For common good, they found a way
To heal the rifts and clear the fray.
Through fiery words and firm debate,
They shaped the nation’s course and fate.
So raise a glass, let lessons soar:
To Reagan’s wit, Tip’s Irish roar.
May leaders learn from their accord—
In compromise lies our reward.
I always told you “I love you”;
Even our hearts knew
But you rejected and sealed it with glue.
Whenever I called from the hub,
Your phone you set “Do Not Disturb”
Yet I overlooked that snob.
When you needed money,
You’d call me “Sweet Honey”
After receiving, you’d stop being bonnie.
I bought you a flower on Valentine’s day
You told me you’d accept it in May
“Someone else has given me,” you’d say.
So you boomed and zoomed about with him
He at last messed up your gorgeous trim
And then you thought of my lovely dream:
I don’t love you anymore, woman!
Go find another man
I already have my marriage to plan.
She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.
She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped,
Not with one but with many they bumped.
The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.
She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.
Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie.
Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.
A Fantasy
There was I, forgotten in the attic.
Mannequin discarded, ready for demolition.
Cracks everywhere with some rags thrown on
Haphazardly over me like a scarecrow.
Suddenly all lights went out, an outage.
Immediately the generators went off but failed.
In the attic, the air went into a trembling atmosphere
Thunder boomed and lightning filled the room.
An electrical power surge lit everywhere.
Suddenly I felt alive and began to walk, rags and all.
There were other mannequins, so completely ruined,
Some in good shape. But one caught my attention
As she walked towards me. The static turned into music.
May the last waltz last forever. I took her in my embrace,
The dance began, not a word was spoken just gestures.
Mentally I counted one, two. three, around the attic.
Occasionally I twirled her around on her toes,
Suddenly the lights went on and we all went back
To where we were initially, rags and all.
Some people came to inspect the attic and said:
We must get rid of these mannequins once and for all.
"While the sufferings of the poor majority remain unknown to the world, the achievements of the rich minority are trumpeted to all" ~By Poet
The heavens grew darker with rain clouds
The day looked like a misty shroud
Soon rain pelted down, whiplashing
Lightning unleashed its lethal rapier
Brandishing the flaming steel across the skies
Thunder growled and rumbled
Like a giant stamping in rage
Causing vibrations like seismic tremors
Sending fear through every nerve
Men sought shelter in the shade of trees.
Some ran to the shelter of roofs
Sound of wind whistled and boomed
Trees arched and shook, leaves flew about
Unceasingly the sky wept in torrents for days
As the men grumbled on being shut indoors
I heard the plaintive ballad of the homeless
Victims in the hands of an unknown fate
Their sighs fated to die out in their own smoldering hearts.
They live unknown with languishing identity,
To wrestle with the dark unknown
To die unknown and to lie under the sod unknown!
April.17.2023
Writing Challenge ‘U’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
The horizon was brewing ominous clouds,
Dark as if they came out of hell.
The once azure sky became hazy
As the north wind chilly breezes
Puffed up more stratocumulus,
Rain-heavy clouds signified storms.
I rested against the balustrade
Of the promenade, looking down at the sea.
Waves upon waves dashed at the dark crags.
Seaspray washed my tired face.
Above the seagulls came to enjoy
The thunderstorm that would soon erupt
Above the small bay, now emptied of boats.
The seagulls were indeed a sight to see.
Only a hundred or so circled the inlet.
They plunged into the sea for food
Irrespective of where the chilly wind blew.
They were an elegant sight to see.
As the first drops of rain fell, I betook myself home.
My wife was waiting anxiously for me
Afraid I’ll get wet. “Watching the birds?”
Clearly, she was not very much amused.
She turned her back on me, as thunder boomed
And lightning flashed but I went with the wind,
And clasped her round her winsome waist.
She did not resist, and neither did I.
thunder-crack boomed -
the potent electricity
shrieking inside me
every neuron firing up
danger in one thunder-crack
6/14/2022
Bite Size Poem no.46
Spinsor:Line Gauthier
The moon decided to take an holiday
sleeping behind clouds there she stayed
The night grew dark and the rain pour down
so much rain earth thought it would drown
The day shone forth and to earth's delight
the sun came out shining bright
But is the dusk begin to display
the moon was still on her holiday
The thunder boomed and rain resumed
lighting flashed into darkness it slashed
No moon to shine for lovers to pine
instead she sleeps in clouds benign
Dawn broke forth as the sun rose
noticing the moon as she doze
Pardon me as the sun spoke
slowly the little moon woke
Have you been sleeping all night
the stars say your a shameful sight
Will you glow as you used to do
the earth really does miss you
As the evening begin to shade
the sun bowed down as he fades
The moon embarrassed glowed bright red
up all night she stayed out of bed
No more holiday she glowed all night long
and the night was tranquil and calm
The night was silent and the stars filled the sky
and the soaking earth that night remained dry.
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