A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;
Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-
Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.
Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;
Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.
Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.
If her campaign goes like warm breeze,
And Trump’s loses its MAGA fizz,
Can an apostrophe
Cause such catastrophe?
In USA it does--
A few days of big buzz,
Which for Soupers forever is.
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Happenings |27.08.2024| political, America
Poet’s note: Is it Kamala Harris’ campaign, or it should be Kamala Harris’s. A great debate goes on in USA-- too much fuss for nothing, one might feel. But I have to play safe for this ditty’s caption with just ‘Kamala Harris campaign’. Why, one may ask. But we Soupers (contributing poets on PoetrySoup.com) know, apostrophe in a caption is a big no, no here. Why again? I don’t know, nor know if God knows.
In times of war
Safety is first
Priority.
There is always bound to be blood.
Run before the catastrophic flood.
I'm a divine catastrophe, an unplanned event moving
through time & space
A wormhole opened & I emerged from a one on one
cosmic interface
Space & time are as relative as any fact, but I know we
exist with all forevermore
I've come & gone at will under pain of death to live a
life of pain that's underscored
I perceive the world from a higher perspective so I'm
able to see & draw the lines
This overstanding is internal guidance within a broken
system that inner stands borrowed time
Rewind the lines to consume the words with a hungry heart
& listen with starving ears
I'll be judged by a constructive God but won't accept the
judgment from any of my peers
Be free of the fear of controlling chains that attach themselves
to mind & soul
You can't be bound if you know you're as free air & it's you
that's always in control
With my new job I got a pay
Every week I got to save
Money for some family fun
Until it came all undone
Now my balance is at nothing
Cause my car always has something
That needs to be fixed
All my money it has kicked
Out of my pockets, now I'm broke
All these repairs aren't a joke
Mechanics are getting rich
From my car being a b-- ch
Timing belts, distributor caps
Rods that are broken and snap
Oil leaking, it's not fun
Everytime I think it's done
A new problem makes me tired
Like the broken window wires
Brakes and spark plugs, oh my gosh
Is it ever gonna stop
All the money I put in
To get this years inspection
Sticker done so I don't worry
For all the passengers safety
Should be worth it now cause I
Don't have to look around and buy
A new car, I will have one
When all the repairs are done
This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three
For the first time in its modern history
Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe
True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
But to the rescue rode a Menachem Begin or a Golda Meir
Yet never before has the military been disaffected
And without it, the specter of an Israel unprotected ...
Morphing into invasions by Syria, Jordan, Hezbollah and Iran
Israeli captives marched to their doom in Tyre and Amman
Leaving Russia and China free to move in for the kill
Every holy site in Jerusalem ~ oceans of blood spilled
The world thrown into chaotic darkness, its center destroyed
All thanks to cowardly Bibi, who, fearing jail-time, turned paranoid
May his senses return immediately ~
Or may he vanish mysteriously
circling cumulus
catastrophic conditions...
capricious cyclone
Battered memories
meet radical acceptance;
They hit a crossroad;
I wanted what I wanted;
A proper catastrophe.
A young lad once got caught in his zipper
An unfortunate case of the ripper
He shed lots of tears
Never lost his fears
Of peeing in his new bedroom slipper.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
written March 1, 2022
entered "Naughty Yet Innocent" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
Coming now from 2B Platform
Ding, the depressed robot, cleaned the cocoon
holographic messages from mom
saying everithing is good in the moon
nothing to eat in the scanner
and where are you, my loved one?
yesterday I worked until I feel pain in my bones
I didn't notice your worried look
sector five congested with ships
what's wrong, can you tell me in the plasma book?
calm down we will be happy soon
in spite of the sun
no coronal mass ejection, you see?
it will be a fast travel to the moon colony
what are you waiting to really love me?
I change my processors and I understand better
in the greenhouse the bioplant shrunken
static and apathetic Ding start to blatter
posted on the edge of the cocoon
abrasive sun burns Earth and threat the moon
then I enter the password that we agreed
and Ding frightened voice echoes off the glass wall
his digital noises looks like a plead
now that practically everything is twisted metal.
Apart from you I'am nothing but at the helm of catastrophe; wayward, in a clouded storm that's avowed to sojourn the opaque sea robed in the disregard that drowns in its tumultuous waters, where many have sank in its despairing courtesy, despite its many warnings.
Alfredo Gonzales ©?
The two ships collide,
The oil spills into the sea,
as the ocean cries.
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