Hanging almost angelically.
Praying for a breeze at the perfect pace.
Too soft, and it risks being exposed for being too fragile.
Too hard, and it risks being labelled too harsh and too cold.
The wind chime is singing so softly today.
It has mastered the art of veiling grief.
A bird on the blue bush tilting a beak is listening closely.
A brief reprieve from its nest of ever-hungry beaks.
Here comes that hurricane again, tangling the wood and strings.
Whisking sanity away. Strays gather in clusters of desperation,
Where children are told not to play, they rarely listen.
Then comes that prolonged lull.
Jagged thoughts gather themselves in spectacular futility.
The stillness is framed in a rugged mud,
An endless procession of pallbearers' deep gray.
Cherubs are trained to wade into hopelessness,
At the risk of getting graffitied. They always listen.
Then bumble home with wings sprayed in blood and a harsh lesson.
Yesterday everybody quietly slipped away.
Searching for a fresh melody of optimism.
Nobody fancies being swallowed up by the gray.
Nothing is salvaged from a wind chime after a hurricane
Where the sky drifts into the sea
And twilight slips into starry destiny
I see you in the cliffs of mountains
Snowy tops dip into heart’s fountains
Your soul is like haunting hurricane
I’m a little boat riding it so insane
For you are stronger with less force
Maybe I’m the braver one by choice
You want my life and I live for you
You’ve made me wife I cherish this too
You are so strong perhaps as deep
Carry me along with eyes that speak
But I am red fire to your water sign
Both full of desire we sip like wine
You’re uplifting motivating and beautiful
I’m captivating grounding and typical
Our relationship is destined despite dilemma
Kiss upon lips brings bliss we’ll remember
The night I spent at the homeless shelter
Was due to fear of being helter skelter
By my aunts husband a retired marine
Who pointed a shotgun as he screamed
I was a guest in their habitat house
It took much less for me to get out
He won’t do it my aunt would say
But I didn’t trust and had a babe
In my arms my curly brown infant
His smile charms except the demented
So I left went by taking a bus
No place to go no one to trust
Eventually I called my father
Despite his addiction he did bother
A friend he knew for us to crash
Live at his home sleep in his pad
Hurricane Hugo hit Charlotte hard
I was blessed despite it by God
During the storm I breastfed
Kept baby warm in quilt red
Sometimes storms are to guide
Despite my circumstances I would fly
Graduate college not once but twice
Lost my desire to sing but instead write
Looking back I know God is a way maker
That me and my son were blessed by Savior
Okeechobee Hurricane back in 1928 was a Category Five
She was also called the San Felipe II Hurricane
No idea why she deserved two names
Her winds were between 160 and 200 miles per hour
She hit Puerto Rico
In 2017 Hurricane Irma took the same path
She was also a Category Five
She did one billion dollars’ worth of damage
1.5 million customers lost power
the warning system was better
There were only four deaths related to Irma
Purerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico,
Adored by the fiercest hurricanes of all
Why do they keep picking on you?
It is curious is it not?
A seed swirls
in a hurricane’s midst ...
The seed settles
in the ground
hangs around ...
The hurricane leaves town
may was seen briefly
in the eye of the hurricane
then taken by sea
a mirage maybe
eight sailors tell her tale
a missing mermaid
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A hurricane is in the news,
A Category 5,
With winds that challenge trees and homes
To manage to survive.
Yet where I am, the sky is blue
And there’s a gentle breeze,
Enough to knock the leaves down,
But not causing much unease.
Jamaicans had some warning
And, though many have prepared,
I am sure that people living there,
Or visiting, are scared.
It’s hard to wrap your mind around
Disasters far away,
Yet most of us will face our own
Adversity one day.
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
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
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