So much has been left
in ruins by last night's storm -
shredded leaves,
amputated branches,
proud, ancient trees toppled,
uprooted and ripped
from their height.
The sad remains
of a bird’s nest laying
clumped in broken
egg shells, new life
now no more than strands
of gooey lint.
The mind winces
at the waste,
the loss of order, beauty
bludgeoned to a pulp.
This is the dark side
of creation, the endless
cycle of destruction
and rebirth. Reason stalls
before the fact.
Just think, massive stars
were blown apart
for the stuff to make
you and me - consciousness
was born out of the womb
of a cosmic catastrophe.
Give me a chance to live this life.
I do not wish to leave in pain.
The love I felt my master blessed,
Is much beyond my species’ gain.
I do not wish to feel once more--
That which the Lord had designed for me.
As my plumes hang loosely low,
I hold in reserve the sweetness of Thee.
Feverish pain, you sent through him.
A scalded heart beats as fast.
Was I careless to watch him out?
Disdain and terror of predators last.
What is blind to the eyes of the world--
Is what my master will be going through.
The same amount of extreme pain---
a catastrophic future loneliness would brew.
Dearest Lord, let me but once
return to my master once more.
You hold the power of a love that lasts,
Bring him the solace, his soul has in store.
**********************************************
I am so inflamed a blizzard is falling,
every toxin taken in I’ve been stalling.
Ice rains as magma plows the ground,
a lethal storm arrives without a sound.
Laying the land to waste in an instant,
it is best to let a disaster stay dormant.
There’s nothing to grasp once it is loose,
you touched off a catastrophic fuse.
Weather you could never prepare for,
should have thought about that before.
With fury next to impossible to diffuse,
be careful the words that you choose.
This pattern of rage is not intermittent,
it will do what it does never quite spent.
Frozen daggers wield a temper unbound
such icy eyes a Cat 6 is now crowned.
Uncontrolled smite is now overflowing
devastation is all that is left standing.
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Do I seem alone? Well, I'm not.
*whispering* "I have my retinue".
They're here, to tarnish accomplishments
with pointless debate and circular arguments.
Inviting trouble, self-distrust and cheerlessness.
The posse of negative voices that live in my mind.
Do I seem alarmed? Maybe not but I am though.
*whispering* "I'm conjuring the worst case scenario".
My teen brain is coursing - with cognitive distortion.
What's meant to keep me safe is magnifying the vague
into landslides of irrational outcomes, ill-defined.
This entourage of catastrophic thinking in my mind.
So if I seem flaky - i'm sorry - you see I'm really busy
fighting the urgent vandals in my mind.
If I seem overly emotional it isn't something personal
I'm fighting my way thru this noise the whole time.
I know how scared some folks feel, I share their fear:
they're out of work and running short of money.
And it takes all their strength to hold back a tear:
when only last month, their futures looked sunny.
And then the coronavirus arrived here,
and people died; it's no joke; it's not funny.
I've been self-quarantined for four weeks at home,
frightened by the coronavirus syndrome.
Our once-bustling city looks unoccupied;
shadows scurrying about at their peril.
Rejecting the stringent rules that were applied:
some still won't wash their hands to keep them sterile.
But, to safely restart the economy,
we need to regulate some autonomy.
Yet this catastrophic failure of healthcare
begs the question: was big business not aware?
Life has changed we live in fear
Stay safe take care are all we here
The lockdown has started but when will it end
Will the system break or will it bend
Will this world ever be the same
Who’s to punish who’s to blame
Marshal law is now the rule
As the virus searches dark and cruel
Ones you care for and love so much
Are locked away denied our touch
The Streets are silent the laughter faded
Our first class lives are now downgraded
Distances, a thought in constant motion
Provokes alarm creates emotion
Relationships suppressed devoid
Programmed now to swerve avoid
survival and self preservation
Cover and Consume our nation
Armageddon holds its breath
fills its lungs with every death
Waiting in the wings of life
To make its entrance flail its strife
Catastrophic Illnesses
6/1/2018
Tom
The biggest losers in life are those,
Suffering from victim mentality;
Who stop living before appointed time to die.
Their mindset is one of self despair,
And can’t move beyond the question, why?*
* Isaiah 55: 8-9 KJV
Never give up, fight to the end,
And if you persist on thinking life has given you Lemons,
Make your last swallow, Lemonade!
Tom
sinister thoughts
total bizarre
alarming
where to go ?
if the night's rude
dreams are all mean
sleepless nights, no peace.
Drencho POET Loads
Why would anyone have had any alarm
When I am here with my incredible charm
And to think todays topic is catastrophic
Happens every time I try to be philosophic.
Come on,
feel the noise of the roaring river,
it used to be our childhood dream.
Let us walk along its banks,
eat some oysters sweeter than honey,
gather seashells prettier than rainbow,
and make necklaces out of them,
like we did ten years ago.
Swim with me once again,
its water is softer than foam,
naked while our skins touched each other,
like we did not long ago.
Let's make a raft of banana trunks,
from the roughest water into the delta,
where we used to have our lunch,
with papaya pickles and grilled squid.
But you said,
sorry,
I can't go with you into our river of dreams,
its water is no longer sweeter but bitter,
flowing with poison from chemical industries,
it is as polluted as our politics.
The river of our dreams,
where we should build our home,
take some fishes on its water,
but it is dead,
the fishes turned into bones,
the seashells are melted like lead,
its water is acidic,
it is dead.
Sweet them,
To be a catastrophic man
Say it upon day
For it was harmless,
When they began.
Sweet loves,
Or never seeing
A ruinous time
For a tragic being.
Sweet pair,
They walk toward the edges,
Till the Earth tilts its ledges.
When it falls with love,
Pushed with a lonely shove,
Eyes are quiet
Smiles are violent,
An arrow strikes a dove.
But one, dare say
Never two,
And it remains so:
Just a catastrophic man.
For then
He could have never ran.
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