Lightening strikes illuminate black skies
Humans tremble with fear in blue eyes
Ares God of war has disturbed the night
Eros God of love is not inclined to fight
Animals find refuge wherever they can
In trees in seas an onyx ocean or land
Piercing sounds of lightning hitting man
He screams of agony as it exits his hand
Rain and hail violently hit the green ground
Not one creature doesn’t fear next sound
The spinning cyclone uprooting small town
The Gods are at war reasoning not found
The wind is like a knife cutting through stone
Will a sacrifice please the Gods saving home
A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts
A tempest of trepidation
That leaves me baffled and distraught
The devastation of my battling mind
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.
Cy the cyclone needed a home
Thought about Alaska, specifically Nome
Tornado Tom spoke of this with hilarity
Said to Hurricane Howl, how weird can Cy be?
Cy will be back any second, I truly bet
But the cyclone Cy had found himself a pet
A polar bear he named Winslow Wide
He stayed with him in Nome until the day he died.
In a cyclone, Dorothy was swept,
To the land of Oz with a dog she kept,
There she killed a wicked witch,
They rejoiced she killed the b*tch,
Then she realised she was lost, she wept.
A good witch gave her a silver shoe,
To go back home, a Wizard has the clue,
So for the warlock, she searched.
A brain-hungry Scarecrow perched,
Near a Tinman who wanted a heart too.
Soon a lion lacking courage she met,
The request to kill a witch made them fret,
The condition to go home,
So the male witch made them roam,
From heads to toes they were drenched with sweat.
The bad witch battered Tinman on a rock,
unstuffed Scarecrow who then stopped to walk,
She then captured the lion,
threatened to jail Dorothy.
Just poured water, the witch died to her shock.
The witch slaves free the lion and others,
The Wizard then free them from their suffers:
The Scarecrow a brain;
others, solved their complain,
The shoe's magic powers she discovers.
The twinkle of an eye
blinks in the same time span as a bullet fired
and the casing hitting the floor
Birds’ wings flutter at different speeds
but a hummingbird’s wings are much faster
a cow’s skull hangs suspended from a vein from the gut of a cat
But a good life is found wherever one can find it
as flowers can grow anywhere
I like gardenias best, my favorite
In Las Vegas two crows sit on a well lit sign of a casino
a child asks his father do we have enough to eat
the father huddled in a drainage pipe says, “Yes, we do.”
A child in Ethiopia asks his father
will I have something to eat tonight, daddy
his father answers, “No, maybe tomorrow.”
Life in general is full of anomalies
Americans' world knowledge of real life is limited
And so it seems is compassion in many of its citizens.
He's a cyclone chaser, cloaked in neon tracer
that mirrors stars dying, heartless witches flying
cyclone has lighthouse in her sights
determine to teach him a lesson
he stands tall, determined to save ships
she presents a windstorm tunnel
completely ignoring her, he saves lives
she announces herself days ahead
yet none of us are prepared
she tears us up and spits us out
uncaringly smashes and bashes us
our lives will never be the same
none of us were prepared
even those who thought they were
devastation arrived with a fury and a flurry
far away you start to form
from the western hills ,you start your life
gaining strength and causing strife
five hundred miles you build your force
knowing exactly your destined course
now in the east i hear your sound
i fear your destination has been found
the sun in the sky starts to fade
as the clouds turn to a dark shade of grey
bang, crack the lightning arrives
with her brother the thunder god, of the skies
a force of strength that has no match
as a fearsome sight my eyes did catch
with a mighty bang the sky starts to cry
weeping her tears from a blackened sky
trees all round hold on tight
for their life is in danger on this day and night
the brown burnt grass starts to dance to life
i see green shoots cut through the earth like a knife.
i sit and watch as the old man i am
never boring of nature ,so grand
she threatens my life ,though spares me today.
i know she,ll be back some other day.
till then my old friend , natures force.
ill wait for you to take your next course
Dawn arrived beleaguered
and redrew the peaks
across a bruised sky that churned
a displeased blue and pewter.
Soon lightening, a brilliant white
with titanium opacity,
crackled with scraunches
and screeches across the horizon.
Rain labored brutishly
against the grueling winds
savaging the already sodden,
soppy, soupy earth.
Multi-dimensional, phantasmagoric,
noctidial nightmare till, conterminally,
the broken sky refashioned itself
in vivid electric pink and tangerine.
Choking, churning dense river of clouds.
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.
Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.
We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods.
There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started,
before the blast of tainted waters scoured
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.
screaming wind
crosses wires
transformers boom
sticks in the rain
spewing sparks
hissing
sizzling
vomiting
smoke and steam
trees topple
creeks overflow
rivers rage
we beg for it
and it comes
atmospheric rivers of it
bomb cyclones of it
avalanches of it
tornadoes of it
acute hemorrhaging
extreme
as the 9
and
the 5
our politics
our culture
flaming hot cheeto
apocalypse
pray for
the unsheltered
the strays
all victims
caught in the storm
The queen of winter comes.
An expressionless assassin
who feels no passion, she comes
as silently as the shadow of a cloud.
She may come crowned by aurora borealis,
or in ziggurat-like steps of paralysis,
but the song she sings freezes earthly things
and her chilly breath brings a sleepy death.
The queen of winter comes.
A deadly kiss from those frozen lips
can shatter skin like glass.
May howling hounds warn you
and blazing fires warm you.
The queen of winter comes.
.
*They’re predicting a bomb-cyclone winter storm here Saturday. The queen of winter comes
The grey taps of the heavens are leaking,
Thunder goes ka-boom,
Heavy rains drip drip with lightning streaking,
Zipping through the gloom;
Non-stop, the water flows, forming puddles,
Feet squish through the rain,
Inside our home, under blanket cuddles,
We wish to remain;
At night, the frogs, they ribbit- ribbit loud,
Enjoying the damp,
Rivers flow on streets under the storm cloud,
Showering its stamp;
Praying for this pitter-patter to end,
Rain drumming the land,
How much more torrent from the sky'll descend?
No more can we stand.
11.10.2021
For Emile Pinet's "Onomatopoeia" contest
Syllable count: 10.5.10.5 (checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
Brooklyn Cyclone number nine
Is not ready to decline
Clipity clop it climbs
Into the blue sky where the sun shines
Until it turns orange while enjoying evening wine
There is magic in the air
Summer loving with the one who cares
Flashing lights all around
Tradition of a rural community fairground
Instead this is on an island
Architectural feats worth admiring
Outside the big city
That never accepted any pity
National League remembers the past
Mets audition potential players to cast
As all the cotton candy melts
Everyone with a hot dog can’t tighten their belts
In the middle to a season
Enjoying weather supposedly pleasing
Where relaxation is the reason
Cousin Brucie
Has rocking facts that are juicy
About that Palisades Park
That was a long trip for the late Dick Clark
Brooklyn Cyclone number nine
Takes the big drop right on time
Screams are heard
By the flying birds
Down on the beach
Where NYC is in reach
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