My temperature is rising,
the heat has stained my cheeks.
The hue is bent on disguising
anything below the surface.
My secret is capsizing,
I’m camouflaged by the Sun.
There is no compromising
pwhen the heart so loudly speaks
that your whole life it’s revising.
The clouds turn black, a bruised and heavy sky
A sudden gust of wind takes the leaves up high
The animals scurry on as the birds start to fly
The rain starts to patter like a summer in July
A thunder breaks out like a crack of the whip
Lightning strikes close, it makes your heart skip
A flood slowly rises as the ceiling starts to drip
The roof’s about to collapse like a capsizing ship
The winds take turns howling in despair
The lawn decor’s getting tossed up in the air
The rain blows sideways as it cuts and it tears
Mother Nature throws a fit of elemental scares
The warm sun is gone, only gray clouds remain
The silent aftermath leaves only fear and the pain
The effects of a storm that ominously reigned
This tempest leaves its mark like a holy bloodstain
I thought to climb the mountain
then thought
why any need for atop?
Could just stay in a valley
where, less chance of a smashing
flop!
And if I flew, some aircraft of sort --
passenger, better chance I could safely
have same view --
Nah! What the heck!
Break-a-leg, as they say in the theater
The captain may down with his ship
trapeze artist, chance a deadly slip
I will perish someday, anyway~ if
not by faulty rope, a bad performance, a
capsizing storm, or poorly timed flip --
Love may be lost in the process of age
and hidden in the miserly sunset
of life, draining like a father's cold sweat.
Oh, that you could absorb my red-hot rage
and exist in a long moment with me
as though life and love were newly begun,
as if it were lace dainty and finespun,
with hopes now aglow on a sparkling sea~
but the sea has become angry and rough
capsizing and drowning us in its wrath;
love is forgotten as death lays its path
and quietude wraps you up in a huff.
Right on time
Have you ever gone through a rough time when you felt so alone and there was no one you could turn to for a lifeline?
You cried, and you cried, and your tears would not dry.
You searched and you searched, but no one was in sight who would reach out and give a word of encouragement or even a helping hand.
Instead of a kind word from those whom you know, they cast their assertion and turned up their noses.
You thought they would help, but they make matters worse.
One day after another, your situation gets worse.
You feel so rejected, despised, and alone.
Your ship is capsizing, and you see no way out.
But thank God for Jesus, who provided a lifeline and brought you out on time.
You cried out to Jesus, and He came through on time.
His love and compassion caused you to smile.
Thank you, Dear Jesus, for coming through on time.
Walking on eggshells
Tight lipped
Uncertain of every word spoken
Least the tempest
Will be released
Roaring
Waves splashing
Wind storm blowing
Boat rocking
Turquoise water falling
Aimed for shore
Making no headway
Two feet forward
Three feet back
Capsizing imminent
Apocalyptical
Which way will it end
Will there be a future
If I wrangle in emotions
And keep a chain on tongue
Nothing can harm
Wherein there lies
The Holy Spirit
Who my strength
Provides
Always remember
Like in the song of old
Peace, be still
Peace, be still
Peace, peace be still!
finis'
These writings
Trickle from within,
Spring with emotion revealed,
Pour out with many tears not cried,
Bursting forth in deep, indescribable oceans,
A levy overwhelmed, collapsing under pressure.
Suddenly, it makes sense—everything,
Because it all flowed from the hidden caves,
A story that sounded in bits and pieces
With unspeakable pressure building up over time
And who could understand? Who could understand
All the pain, emotional turmoil, capsizing all belief
And who could truly believe that
All of this
Started with
A trickle?
Chanté Walker
Trust your heart when it comes to love
The answers are deep down inside your soul
Like a guiding light in a storm
You just need to look within
Listen to your heart and you'll never go wrong
When it comes to love
We all need guidance now and then
When the seas get a little rough
And we're in danger of capsizing
Look inward for the answers you seek
Trust your inner feelings to steer your boat
Through all the storms to the island of love
There is no better confidant than your own intuition
It's all a matter of learning to trust
And follow your heart wherever it leads you
Trust me, I haven't lived nearly eight decades
Without learning a thing or two about love
I wish you a very happy voyage
Why do I talk?
When the sound is lost in a sea of voices
Lost among the waves of a never-ending storm
Never to be heard of or acknowledged
Why do I speak?
When other people create tsunamis
Capsizing my ship of lost dreams
The mass going overboard, taking all with it
Why do I cry out?
When the voices inside my head are the only company
Their echoing being the only response I get
Sirens that lure me into promises that don't exist
So instead, I sob in whispers
And from the tears, create a salt filled ocean
My tears and voice lost forever in time
In an infinite sea of voices
Then soon the climate migration began
when one they called Ian had ravaged our land
So fiercely he raged with his power and might
all would lay waist in the wake of his flight
So was the damage that Ian had done
the people were left but to follow the sun
Masses of people now needing a home
many left stranded to endlessly roam
Ian had not been the first of his kind
others had come with a furious mind
but his was a wrath leaving such devastation
attention to climate change gained revelation
People were leaving where temperatures soared
wells ran dry and fires roared
Some had to leave where waters were rising
all of their worlds felt the weight of capsizing
Suddenly cities and towns were outgrown
the people kept coming from places unknown
With resources slow to keep up with the pace
compassion would soon test the whole human race
Climate migration has only begun
The heart of the whole human race must be won
What other chance will we have to survive
than to trade in our sides for the mind of a hive?
~Jeannie Cronin
a thunderstorm passing over -
gun turrets flash
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds
evening commences to weep -
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
as seafaring battles go
it was a sky-skirmish
of near misses
a backwash of electric fizz
the distant sound
of sailors shouting for rum
light blinks
shipping damp echoes
that drip
into a salty bucket
of silence
There is no beached whale
though a walrus protecting the sea
Whom will attack anyone
invading his territory.
Capsizing boats or kayaks then
killing many aboard
Causing serious harm and tusks
with dominance they've roared.
Ahh the walrus-stay clear from
If you see one on the shore
Run away without delay
Don't stand there to explore.
Respect them from a distance
at home behind a screen,
Though they are great like mammals
Yet like people, can be mean.
Imagine 2 tonnes chasing you
for you've interfered with mating
Well that's a thought I just caught and
now could use sedating!
Trust your heart when it comes to love
The answers are deep down inside your soul
Like a guiding light in a storm
You just need to look within
Listen to your heart and you'll never go wrong
When it comes to love
We all need guidance now and then
When the seas get a little rough
And we're in danger of capsizing
Look inward for the answers you seek
Trust your inner feelings to steer your boat
Through all the storms to the island of love
There is no better confidant than your own intuition
It's all a matter of learning to trust
And follow your heart wherever it leads you
Trust me, I haven't lived over eight decades
Without learning a thing or two about love
I wish you a very happy voyage
A thunderstorm passed over,
gun turrets flash.
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds.
Evening commences to weep -
an aftermath,
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
yet it splashes fright onto brows.
As seafaring battles go
it was a skirmish,
flotillas of cruisers awash from
near misses.
They sailed away
leaving this whittling rain,
a backwash of electric jism,
the distant sound
of sailors shouting for rum.
Behind our eyes
deaf fish mouth deaf bubbles.
Ozone spumes against inner ears.
The wake of the storm
sponges, damps down,
slowly drips
into a salty bucket
of silence.
I'm always writing
Writing about life and everything about it
I write about love and heartbreak
I write about joy and sadness
I write to keep my mind busy
Make it forget the hardship
Make it forget the pain
Most importantly,make it forget the heartbreak
My mind,like a ship on a stormy sea
Is always at risk of capsizing
To sink deep to the bottom of my thoughts
And writing is my saviour,the only anchor I have left
In sadness I write
So do I...in happiness
It is something I can't avoid
It is more than a hobby; obsession it is
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