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I race toward my workspace, now battle station
Code Zebra, ASAP, batten down the hatches!
Ka-boom! Boom! Boom! A trance-like sensation
Shipmates scramble for smokes and matches
Ray, Dale, and Russ don’t show
I think: run, jump; if you die, die free
Not trapped and sealed in steel below
Not buried alive like me!
Kaboom! Overhead bolts shoot from the seams
Above is a warm Hawaiian autumn
I’m weak as blood from my neck streams
Where am I now? Of course, I remember
It’s noon, I have a date with a girl on the beach
She’s eighteen and a bit silly, like me
What a gorgeous sight, she’s now within reach
I’m so happy and complete, so free
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Node out if Trump
pad hiz way...
this scrivener would
batten down in skidrow
with the missus,
the latter who would veto
such misery, none
the less, she would
most likely experience
a sense of helplessness too,
which poetic title just came
to mum mind, cuz panic
stricken thoughts rue
asper what if that figurative
wellspring of government
small largesse
(electronically deposited
beginning of each month)
dried up sue
sink lee forcing me out
onto the brutally cold
bleak domain queue
wing up to the next
available steaming manhole
sink or mebbe best firm
me tug hoe to Peru
walking all the
way there (devoid
of money, would disallow
choice to drive or access
public transit), ooh
such hardship would
constitute an offal
spell, which more
likely, would find me
dead aah with new
more hardship,
(yea of corpse
this chap joking,
but gallows hue
more about cease
sing to exists),
but forced at the
mercy of teenage mew
ninja turtles, or
worse...stuck in rat
infested hole in wall
smelling like a loo
hmm...juiced perhaps
rapping on the door
of a Synagogue, could allow
admittance for this
enthusiastic, basic atheistic
Unitarian, though of Jew
whoosh heritage,
though aye knew
nary a whit aboot Semitic culture,
I maze well high tail north
in search for cold
storage in an igloo
calling out across the
miles of frozen tundra
"YOU HOO...LUCY?...DESI?...
...ANY BODY HOME?" when
of course irritable bowel
syndrome kicks in putting
cramp on me glue
tee us maximus. finding
yours truly to ejaculate a stronger
expletive than "FOO,"
which utterance does absolutely
nothing to remedy, thus...
imagine this poet stranded in
the middle of nowhere
with mush aboot doo doo
on my mind, and/or
same in his pants!
There’s a storm on the way, that will deliver a blow
No travel is advised, and it’s not because of snow
Visibility will be impacted so you better hunker down
It’s going to bring a flood, please try not to drown
You need to be prepared, so check your emergency kits
Replenish your batteries and make sure your life vest still fits
Batten down the hatches and furl your sail
Hold on tight, it’s going to be a fierce gale
You can weather this storm if you know what to do
Listen for the message that will help get you through
It’s going to hit really hard and it will hit very fast
This will not be the first and it won’t be the last
There are many storms of life that will cause a fuss
Pay attention to the exits and where you sit on the bus
If you choose the right captain, then you’ll make out alright
He will protect you from the storm and guide you through the night
The gusts are picking up moving through the trees
It’s getting darker by the minute I feel your cool breeze
It’s cloudy and the light turns to dark
I’m mesmerized by your heart but still hear your thunderous hark
I see you changing right in front of me into a different form
But it doesn’t matter now I’m caught in the eye of the storm
The water in your eyes falls like rain
The connection to you is holding me in your tempest chain
I batten down my hatches but it’s to late
I’ve been overcome with the winds of fate
I see you changing right in front of me into a different form
But it doesn’t matter now I’m caught in the eye of the storm
I see the lighting storm in your soul because it’s a pure source
I try to stop it with a dam but its bursts through with nature’s force
I accept you for yourself knowing the hurricane will grow
I just embrace you for it and let the waters over flow
I see you changing right in front of me into a different form
But it doesn’t matter now I’m caught in the eye of the storm
Inspired by hurricane Irene
Don't stop the CHOP
dash the glorious bits of foam and froth
let the leeward side fill
let the fertile delta pray
for mercy from Poseidon
All hail the storm God...
Angry, black-and-blue, bruise
the coast, claim the futile calm...
meditate on the black hole of the abyss
Can’t STOP the chop…
Brash and brazen tentacle of DOOM
destruction stirs the devil’s cauldron
Watch the witches brew boil over the
capes of man
removing the zen garden
prissiness of the pandering fools
Batten DOWN the hatches boys
There BE a BLOW on ‘er…
ships flail like paper boats
RALE against the dieing, FIGHT
Ride the crest on boards LIVE the fright!
Stop present time now!
Let us go no further.
Let's enjoy the now, somehow.
Muses and we, sisters and brothers.
Batten down the hatches on reality.
Only stars dance, we staunchly state.
Reality has no maternity,
We slammed it dead at the front gate.
Of only insignificance, can we pen?
Strange murmurings of only moons
and stars.
Reality to die slowly in a dark house
of busy pens?
Of that, dare not your soul ever move
nor start.
This world of writing, utterly unreal.
Where imagery is some despotic
king?P
And long words you must look up
to somehow beauty reveal?
To then bow low and kiss a poet's
ring?
September 13, 2020
8:30 pm PST
When ever I turn to look at you
What could the difference be
Out of all the words that you spew
And a boat tossed on the sea
To say you have a hard time
Is to say the least
A rudder for your tongue you'll find
Might better suit your needs
How many raging forest fires
Come from out your mouth
In ignorance you're tossing gas on it
As flames come pouring out
And if they don't move fast enough
Your fanning of the flames
With destruction from the tongue
In all you have to say
Instead of holding higher standards
You're lowering the bar
If you have no need to reach
You'll never reach that far
So batten down the hatches
Put the lighter down
Set the ladder to the side
Until you figure out
How in the world you get it done
In this world in which we live
I can tell you from experience
With the tongue is where it all begins
When winds are rough,
And tear at hopes and dreams
When days are dark, and nights are tough,
And over-long, it seems
When bitter clouds collect above,
And ache and break and pour
We'll batten down the hatches,
Just like we did before.
You see, to me - we're made to last;
To wait, contented, warm;
To stand and know the past has passed.
For now, it's just a storm.
If you should fray, or fall apart,
In any where or when
We’ll always try, with all our heart,
To make you whole again.
But if you do fall behind,
And break and shake to bits
The day will come where you will find,
The pieces still all fit.
That's quite enough of strain and strife,
And painful days, astray.
This isn't at all funny, life.
Enough for now, okay?
Your voyage began in the summer of 69.
The adventures of life lay ahead.
Though you knew it would not all be plain sailing,
Your four years of prep put you in good stead.
At times, when your sea got quite choppy,
You'd batten down the hatches, as it were.
For both of you knew that after rocky waves
A storm was likely to occur...
After some time, the storm would abate.
In the calm you could recover.
And even though the storm was bad,
You'd grown closer, relied on each other.
As time has gone by it may feel
Like the unsettlement seems to lengthen,
But because you close ranks to wether these storms
Your trust, love and bond does strengthen.
Your ship is one of stability!
Wherever your journey may take you,
I wish you both a " Happy Anniversary! "
And long may your travels continue!
Rise to the occasion of the weather
Inform the storm of cruel intentions
Lift your eyes above tsunami fury
Take back the waves you came in on
Make earthquakes miracles that move
Shake hands with disaster for awhile
Love your neighbor as yourself in puddles
Play in the mud of love before it dries
Take that which you were born with
Leave volcanoes to their ashes gray
Stay quiet in the lava beds of dawn
Leave disasters to their own devices
Look at asteroids but do not touch
Take a twister with a turn of hurricane
Call in the morning if things should change
Tell the rain to come and go away
Listen to the laughter as it thunders
Watch clouds steal water from the lake
Evaporate before you take another breath
Use a light switch in the sky
Turn the sun off if it gets too high
Keep your distance as life rolls in
Take the next wave out of misery
Make a wish. It is your turn to hide
Die but only if you have to in the tide
Be smart and batten down the hatches
Be kind to lightning. It could strike back in kind.