This immense pain in my chest
Has my heart aching and breaking
There's a hurricane of hurt in me
All the pain it is giving I'm taking
With gale force winds of sadness
Causing swells of tears in my eye
As I'm holding on for dear life
I ask myself the reason why
Why couldn't I love you more
Why was it that we had to fight
Why couldn't i make us work
Why can't I make this right
I've been sitting here wondering
If you'll come home someday
Will this pain in me subside
Its causing my mind to fray
I'm caught in this hurricane
It seems all hope is lost
But I'll keep holding on to you
No matter what the cost
The gates are thrown open!
Wipe that sneer off your face
Surrender to the thundering God
Or I His prophet will so help me do it for you
You just didn’t want to see what you’ve always known
You are welcome here whatever your sins and wicked ways
If you will but open your eyes and See
Pitch a tent with us on this sacred land and
Live as you were wrought from stone and flame
Raise your arms to the heavens and stand afore the hurricane
August 27, 2025
The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall,
Wild gale blew through the open tropical field.
I'd forgotten to close the windows tight,
And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche.
The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace.
Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland,
The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool,
My thoughts swayed to the windows the storm had slammed,
Now a zephyr traverses the meadow's breath;
Calmness fills the eye of the once-raging storm.
If all I know is the hurricane,
where is it's eye?
As if it likes to play hide and seek -
make a guess -
who is the seeker?
Isn't life a game, after all?
It thinks I'm eager to play.
I'm not...
Are you?
The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
a calamitous catastrophe
mysterious malefic malady
cataclysmic and unlucky
disastrous deeds, seemingly deadly
hurricane shaking up land beside the sea
The banks here were overflowing
The trees bent down, down like twigs
The wind howled, blowing to and fro
We didn't know the storm would be so big
I'm talking about down in Texas
Hurricane Alecia
Hurricane Ike
And Hurricane Beryl
They crashed into the seawall
The skies were dark and bleak
Storms in Texas are a squall
They happen any day of the week
Hurricane Trump when made landfall
The commotion spelled heavy toll --
His big-ticket orders
Flashed red on the borders,
Watches he in triumphs
Wickets fell around stumps,
Sure, warming was ne’er more global.
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Happenings |36.01.2025| humour, USA
Note: On the very day he took presidential oath, Trump signed a slew of executive orders: exiting WHO and Paris Accord, national emergency on southern border, visa curbs, barring asylum, et al. He almost issued a global warning, and the warming never looked more global.
Hurricane
You crash ashore like a savage one-eyed lion attacking its prey. Hunger gnaws at your belly, the trip from Africa has been long. Wind like claws slashing and ripping, roofs torn from their moorings and flung aside like paper. Concrete and steel buildings assaulted and torn apart like Lincoln logs. Your voice roaring, torrents of rain fall like spittle from your massive jaws. Storm surges form from your massive size are kicked inland by your mighty paws. Your clear calm single eye gazes down in triumph.
you pause suddenly
it is only a short rest
more rage yet to come
With a frenzy you resume the attack. Broken gas mains shoot jets of flame. Partial buildings with broken windows like toothless old hags. Vehicles tossed about like matchbook toys after a child’s tantrum. Boats found far inland high and dry. Your appetite sated for the moment you move on in search of other prey.
after the raging storm
destruction is everywhere
we will rebuild
In a whirlwind of thunder, he claimed the stage
With bold proclamations that sparked debate's rage
A tempest of bravado, he stirred the old game
The Donald' rode in, forever altering the name
© daniel miltz
Racing toward the rampage of the storm
Raging river ripping free roots
Rocking the foundation form
Reeling back in the loot
Rocks raking through wood
Reclaiming home
Render goods
Unknown
Roam
Menacing winds howl through the fragile trees,
In shadows, rain slashes windows like a whip,
Lightning cracks—each flash a brief, jagged tease,
Thunder roars, shaking the earth with its grip.
Outside, the storm batters everything in sight,
Nerves stretch thin as we brace through the night.
The Hurricane and Florida
The green valley near the blue lake
It sounds like a color combination by a happy incident
it was the weather of the day that made nature
impossible romantic
near the lake where Pink Salmond swam and
silver trout vake, in a cave, the Huldra lived
She was beautiful, but not by a human standard
her pussy hair was so long it covered her body
like a hairy curly suit
Could she sing, not half?
snow on mountain tops melted, and bears woke up
from winter rest, blueberry blued in April
I sensed attraction to her splendor but did not see
she had a tail, my ardor cooled
as the old tale tells, humans and trolls do not
mix, life is best lived along racial lines
I had to reject her, but by doing so, she released
a flood of tears that released a surge that was sensed
all the way to Florida
They kneel in water that once was their streets,
hands, like small boats, lifting the broken
pieces of each other—what is left
of their homes sway in the wind’s aftermath.
But in the hollows of their ribs,
compassion flows, fingers reaching out,
the strangers have come as if drawn
by some invisible thread of the heart.
A woman holds a child not her own,
and in the grocery lines,
men share silence as a form of prayer.
The sea still seethes in their veins,
but they have become each other’s islands,
speaking in gestures,
their empathy moving through the ruin,
like light on a broken mirror.
crisp october morn
energizing my cellphone
rejuvenating
totally thankful
I dont live in florida
hurricane hank reigns
peace in my meadow
as others lose their housing
second hurricane
no power no food
we watch on our tv sets
fathoming it not
only its not hank
it is hurricane milton
floridas second blast
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