And their biggest star was a white boy named
A Quiet Field in Autumn stood —
Unrumored — and unknown —
Till Sudden Thunder split the Sky
Where modest Seeds were sown —
The Mighty Wind from tropic Seas
Came roaring — proud — and Warm —
Yet met a Chill from Prairie Air
And faltered — in its Storm —
No Laurel Crown announced the Lad —
No Herald spoke his Fame —
A freckled Flash — from Nowhere sprung —
And set the Night aflame —
The Giants stared — the Crowd drew Breath —
The Tempest lost its Claim —
For Glory loves the Hidden Path —
And seldom signs its Name —
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?
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
A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;
Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-
Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.
Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;
Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.
Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.
Hurricanes are monsters.
Forming from thunderstorms,
Warm waters get its start.
Spinning over oceans,
And ripping lives apart.
Hurricanes are monsters,
Bringing torrential rain.
Tornadoes come as well.
The wind whips back and forth,
The giant oak tree fell.
Hurricanes are monsters,
The monsters of the sea.
They force people inside,
Some even have to flee.
They mess with peoples' pride.
Hurricanes are monsters.
Places are left destroyed.
When the storm stops its spin,
People come back outside.
Rebuilding can begin.
You
mirror
my pain in
deep lines of dark
thunder within a jar of hurricanes
mocking the sorrow I sing in silence
watching sadness
vaporise
as I
grieve
and
quiver
to the tunes
of piercing walls
where shadows of regret dance to the moon
Typhoons, cyclones and hurricanes
Alternate male and female names
Derechos included too
Winds that make us feel blue
Serious and deadly, playing no games.
There's something we must not forget:
the rage of nature's force is set
when monstrous hurricanes beget
their surge of winds and waves to let
our warning plans become offset.
As floods drown homes without regret,
along with lives- a cherished pet;
strong winds continue to abet
in downing buildings, trees- then fret
with toppling bridges- doubling threat.
This deadly wind and flood duet-
devoid of patterns, does beset;
with every hurricane roulette-
disaster is the epithet!
For nature's force- we pay our debt.
Written, October 4, 2022
Entered In The Contest, "Floods," April 13, 2024
Sponsor,
It sucks because it's hurricane season
Where at lease twenty-four
To twenty-six hurricanes
Is to be named, the
Inconvenience of maybe
Having to pick up and run
It is already a stressful situation
That has push us to the max's
The Seasonal family
of Mother Nature
and Father Time
When it comes to
a family reunion,
they are never far behind.
Winter, Spring, Summer
and Fall.
With her daughter
always on the ball.
Mother Nature’s
first born, Weather.
She is not as predictable
as we would like to think.
Weather may be
in the mood for
named hurricanes
or devastating tornadoes.
She'll place water spouts
over the ocean.
She may feel like a little
Wind, Rain, Sleet and Snow.
Weather has been known
to let a blizzard blow.
A drought in the desert
together goes well
with scorching heat,
and on some occasions
she has been known
to give us hail
in the middle of
a thunderstorm.
Just to let you know
Weather is always
on the go.
Paradise:
Where healthcare receiving
is always as invited
as warm yellow sunshine
after a dark blue hurricane,
Where wealthcare giving
always begins with cooperative invitation
into vulnerable unshaded curiosity,
transparent courage
radiantly shared,
Where our traumas
remain critical exceptions
that prove Earth's positive energy
democratic health/wealth bicameral rule,
When GoldenRule wealth
of co-passions felt
and personally/politically known
are as common as safe breath restoration
sufficiently resonant from LeftBrain calming Here
through proficiently synergetic gratitude
for RightBrain's timeless Now
When safely receiving care
is always as invited
as warm yellow sunshine
after a dark blue hurricane.
to start, let’s see if we can refresh your memory;
here goes.
remember that puddle i laid in for you?
remember how you walked all over me while i drowned in water two inches deep?
remember how you didn’t say thank you?
or how about this:
remember how i took the bullet so you wouldn’t have to?
remember how much blood there was?
do you remember how you cleaned up none of it?
alright, last one:
do you remember how i tried for you?
how i picked the roses with my bare hands and didn’t mind the pricks they left behind,
how i wrapped them up neatly,
how you gave them to someone else?
(any of this ringing a bell?)
here’s a new memory:
imagine if i didn’t swallow all those hurricanes for you.
imagine if i let them sweep you under in their aching stomachs, bellowing and angry.
imagine if i let you drown the way you let me.
imagine if you didn’t have me -
oh, wait.
you don’t have to.
Hurricanes Up Close And Personal
As of this writing, Florence is intensifying and threatening the shores of the Carolinas. She is dangerous, even in her early stages and may pattern herself after Katrina or Irma. Should she do so, the candles, oil lamps, flashlights, matches, and other essential items will be in great demand. Do your shopping early lest you be caught unawares. Evacuate if directed and do not adopt the attitude that you will be okay if you stay. Drowning men grasp at straws, but drown nevertheless. How long can you stay afloat? Don't be like the man who refused help from others by saying "God will take care of me". He ignored the boat who stopped by, and a helicopter that hovered above him and he perished in the storm. When he reached the Pearly Gate, he queried God as to why He failed to spare him. God's answer was, "you missed the boat", "and the helicopter I sent". So, I ask the question again --- "How long can you stay afloat?"
8 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Picture No. 4
As their fingers interlock
Her hands are shaking faster than a
A house during a 5 magnitude earthquake
As their lips move in close
Her heart is beating was beating so loud it sounded like a
Drumset was living in her chest
When their lips finally touch
The hurricane of thought in her head subside
The never ending fear of things going wrong
The thought that this isn’t right
The knowing that will never go anywhere
Went away
For those three seconds
There was blissful silence
But as they pulled away
As the fireworks and the silence stopped
The hurricane came back and came back stronger
Heat conjured the atmosphere, conception began
Upsurge in pressures stirs water, birthing Nature’s Giants
Roaring sound with mixed helicopter-lion, ranting on the ocean
Ready to visit nearby lands, better prepare, don’t run!
Immersion is so strong, horrifying wind at 120 to 200 mphour
Can’t be controlled, God keep us safe if we stick to prayers
Apart not of our life, visitors of our nation several times a year
Nearest to coastal areas are more on danger and at risk.
Embrace reality, brace their atrocity but trust our Father Almighty
Safety is also yours on evacuation, don’t postpone my Dearie!
Sept.12, 2017 6.03am
Third Place
Contest: Hurricanes
Judged:9/12/2017
Sponsor: Poet Julie Rodeheaver
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