Your love equaled a natural disaster
That hit me square in the heart
And all the damage that it caused
Completely tore my world apart
I was completely shutdown
There was no way I could operate
I could only shelter in place
The damage done was great
I didn't see any possibility
I would be able to recover
What assistance do you hand
To a broken hearted lover
The warnings I received
They showed up too late
I wasn't close to prepared
And the damages were great
Through this disaster I suffered
There was only one man who died
He drowned all by himself
In a pool of tears he cried
Disaster is imminent
shout the popular press
and the anointed
from lofty pulpits. Wars,
pestilence, earthquakes,
divine wrath are about
to be visited
upon a wayward world.
Meanwhile, a lovely still
has settled on the surface
of the river and has become
a canvas for a pair
of swans on which to trace
their brief passage across
a mirrored morning.
Beauty seems so fragile,
tethered to a moment
when the sublime manifests
itself through a tear in time
and gives pause
to the march of armies,
the self caused calamities
that rush towards
our little, insignificant lives
and illuminates
the sad distances we have
opened up between ourselves
and what burns brightly
at the centre of things -
these lovely mirrored mornings
to which our stiffened backs
are turned.
Pregnant river banks overflow their Illinois limits
Bulging at the middle to finish in a rush of floods
Sweeping houses and tumbling cars away in minutes
Families inside implode, drown, down to their feet
Never to be found as they sink beyond sleep
Still the sky openly cries with more rain to come
A baby floats by in a basket made of straw
That’s all
Uh OH what am I gonna do
When my bum is full of poo
And there's just one little piece
Of toilet paper that I see
The sink cupboard is really bare
I cant find none anywhere
Looking around trying to find
Something to wipe my behind
No one's home to rescue me
I start to feel so itchy
There is only one solution
But I have to cause pollution
In the drain of my shower
Hot water on full power
Now I'm clean and smelling good
Knowing there's one thing I should
Stock up on so there's no fear
Of running out again I swear
To keep my supply overstocked
By buying every bag and box
I watched the news last night
at 11 o’clock on channel eight.
As usual,
it told of disaster,
death,
loss,
and sorrow.
I hate repeats.
First Appeared, Animated Blue, volume 33, 1980. All rights reserved.
Huge Harry swims in his G string
Its stitches burst, he feels them ping
His gonads are so small
One hand covers them all
His massive dong - it’s left to swing!
DISASTER RECOVERY
I lifted her up and she tore us down. Twas my ignorance that was my downfall. I was just a ticket to escape her tragedy, a bargain price prince at her ball? She wanted a world where she writes the script, a tidal wave in search of landfall. I was that fool whose wool could be pulled, until the pressure hit my sea wall.
The levy gave way to a horrible flood, thrashing everything it could reach. The land was covered in hatred and blood, and triggered my dam to be breached. The torrent took vengeance long over due, can't pray it away, it can't be beseached. It'd had it's fill, turning mountains to hills and the bodies washed up on the beach.
I mopped up the blood and burried the corpses, and took my kids to a much better show. One that healed trauma, bread courage and strength, and all that they needed to grow. I've tried to take heed of all life has to teach, because I had to grow up all alone, I made it my rule, they'd not be that fool, now we all love safe in the know.
Peanut butter stuck tight to
the roof of my mouth,
Jelly dripped out and went
traveling south,
Smack went my lips as I tried
hard to chew,
A stuck- together mess that
was purple and blue,
Wisdom says use a fork, but
a sticky hand will do!
In the tiny panel room, there’s a distant sound of thunder:
we huddle together, instinctively even though we are not acquaintances
two people caught in a small space while Armageddon happens around us
We exchange first names; I know this is the end
I have already seen several colleagues leap to their death
the woman has torn her pantihose; there are remnants of sash in her hair
her forehead has slashes of soot across it
I never expected this, I told her
an inner voice told me we had to get to a stairwell
We are 82 floors up! I argued. The voice was insistent.
I lift her with me, and force her to head down those stairs
It is dark and dreary. Evil is lurking around every corner.
My heartbeat has never sounded this loud.
That was 9-11-2001.
We are still good friends 24 years later.
It’s a snapshot of disaster
Love, our willow is no more
Seems my time is running faster
So much faster than before
What’s the reason? There’s no reason
Never listen what they say
A contrived job for the season
Comers do to get their pay
It’s united bloody nations
High concern about my peace
To distribute some frustrations
To cut down for me some trees
That old willow was a wonder
Silver-green leaves used to rustle
I was coming here to ponder
Just to rest awhile from hustle
But I have it on the photo
(And I think I took a few)
When it was a place to go to
Little place to share with you.
So much is spoken
by this scene of the world,
a king's stubborn hatred,
a disaster upon my home from God.
Someone please tell me
the state of that battlefield -
is this a sight of a school
or graveyard of children.
They fall from the open sky
and merged into the earth,
the home of my dreams
turned back into a dream again.
synthetic
fake, manufactured
enduring, lasting, unyielding
fabric, plastic, forests, lakes
burning, contaminating, corrupting
vulnerable, delicate
natural
248.
Prayer When Disaster Threatens
Oh Father God, disaster threatens
Do not put me in jeopardy
Turn to me quickly
Oh Jesus Christ, disaster threatens
Yes, quickly turn to me
And appose Thy remedy
Oh Holy Spirit, disaster threatens
Whispers of doom visit nightly
Before I fall, rescue me!
-01/22/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Oceans start to boil
Rivers run dry
Crops begin to spoil
People start to die
Earth begins to shake
Mountain start to blow
Civilization begins to break
Lava starts to flow
Tornadoes begin to twist
Stars start to fall
Soon we’ll cease to exist
The sun won’t rise at all
The World won’t spin
Rain starts to pour
We’re paying for every sin
Human race will be no more
Oh what a mockery is the church of England..With its un-holy trinity.' Has
Beens..Or never beens in fact? where
A man, called a king is the head.'
Was andrew the second in command?
With an arch-bishop the third person
No wonder the whole thing is dead..'
A festering mass, of false teachings
Leperous liturgys; and sour coffe
mournings.!
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