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Fractured Storm
Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.
Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.
Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed
Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.
Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.
12-29-21
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Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary
Summers' thunderings gather in brooding, heavy clouds
Soundless masses with shuddering voices
Calling through an untamed sky
Shaking above the meeker Earth,
Pillars of rain, shot through, flashings in their depths,
Electric fires running through the close, wet darkness -
Thunderings assemble to make their pronouncements,
In booms and growlings cast through the winds
To tongue-lash an unruly world with elemental admonishments,
Bearing reminders of old forces that never die,
Waiting and spreading through vast spaces,
Breeding strength, coalescing.
Between the group of walls they live in,
He and she circle 'round,
Eyes seldom meeting,
Casting flashes of hurt when they do.
They hold within their aching hearts
Black shards of anger born of their quarrel,
Acid thoughts brew with the thunder's boil around them
It walks with its giant's tread above the roof,
Growling mindless sentiments
In tones that set the windowpanes ashiver,
Bitterness tends to the feeding of itself,
Savoring the cold fare
Of unforgiven words, thoughts both spoken and silent
While this summer squall of tattered love rises to rage
Ends in their dark unease;
The slow burn of anger between them
Has settled to smoking grey ash gradually piling up in their sombre souls
As the sky above flares through rushing sheets of clouds
Wind tearing by, laughing madly.
Standing on a rusted platform,
I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock,
Ticking away my final moments of existence.
Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity
As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance.
The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia.
Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest,
I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart,
Whilst the monstrous whistle is getting louder now—
Signaling the next, next stop: ruination.
Pulling up, two ghastly doors creak open,
Heralding me towards finality.
Stepping inside, all that surrounds is a blazing fog,
Like some surrealistic, dreamy haze
Engulfing my every gasping breath.
Choking on the ashes of all the sins
I have branded onto loved ones’ flesh,
I slam to the floor as the tempo of the train accelerates,
Jolting over a swinging bridge,
Taking my corrupted spirit
Over a modern-day River Styx.
A distant fire glows
out on the horizon
spreading further as it grows
Early morning nature rises
calls as birds stir twittering
Day breaks
crisp chilled air fresh on the lungs
Cats stalk through gardens
as news paper round girls and boys cycle on by
Dogs bark disturbed
by familiar letter box rattles
A couple of car doors close
first engines started for the day
all indicates beginning of daily rat race
and slowly home by home emerges
adding to numbers and noise
Smog starts to lift
Smells of fuel spoil the airs quality
Industry booms mechanically back to life
and once again the process of life carries on
"Fate is something which we never ask for or desire to happen, but which takes place, sometimes by forces outside our control and sometimes through our own actions"
By Poet
Dizzy, we stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking, in fear on our Earth
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming
With streams of blood flowing
Warplanes blanket the sky.
Volcanic sounds pierce the ear.
Booms of gun shots rent the air
Lightning passes blinding the eye
A sword dangles on a thread
Ready to fall anytime over our heads.
Might dissipates men’s sight
From everywhere rises the bleak cry for help
Can we avert our fate…?
Alas, it is a fate of our own making!
Friends, toll the bells!
Fall on our knees and pray,
To all Gods we can call.
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
For the time being, we are on a truce.
But soon the war cry would sound,
And we have to succumb to our dreadful fate.
Feb. 17. 2023
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Soft gentle breeze..
Warmth of the sun..
Golden rays of sunlight
Glows..
Seagulls flying high upon the deep blue sky..
Singing a magical tune..
As they soar and glide through the air..
A chorus of seagulls ..
High vibration melodies..
Waves of the ocean are in motion..
The pungent oder of salt air..
Sky so clear and vibrant..
Crystal clear blue..
Serenity had arrived..
Calm and peaceful..
Stillness..
Quiet and tranquil..
Like a rapid heartbeat..
Mother Nature takes a deep breath..
So drastic a change..
Lovely creatures seeked shelter..
No more Crystal clear blue sky..
Dark skies had dominated..
Dark charcoal grey in color..
Gloomy it is..
Waves of the ocean in motion had become agitated
Strong winds..
Enormous high tides..
Loud booms of thunder..
Fierce..
Quite a menace in the atmosphere..
Bolts of lightening..
Strikes..
A fire in the sky..
Buckets of rain falling rapidly from the dark sky..
Mother Nature surely takes charge..
She suddenly takes a few more breaths..
Silence had returned..
Once again serenity arrived..
The lovely creatures are roaming free once again..
Crystal clear blue sky..
Golden rays of sunlight glows vibrantly..
There is always tomorrow..
From dawn to dusk..
The sun will rise..
The sun will set..
Mother Nature shall always smile lovingly on us all..
Filled with beauty and divine grace..
Front door
The turning key clicks
A vacuum sound as door pulled
All of nature's cold air explodes
A rooster crows
Flood of sounds
A woodpecker is feeding on a post
Silly bird, like dynamite booms
That sound is heard
Doesn't slow other birds
The doves coo
Crows caw their warning
Mockingbirds realize it's morning
Sparrows too busy eating to rue
Spring color
Spring green tender leaves
Weave a delicate quilt
Oak tree's chartreuse tassels
Offer a different gilt
Maples' tender leaves in guacamole'
Redbud leaves are in still in bud
Poplars beginning in forest green very slowly
Gingko has no show but it's no dud
In-between
The kitchen hub is busy
Breakfast prepared but simple
No time for a morning tizzy
Baked banana and date-nut bread nimble
Then I sit and rest a spell
Upon pain and trouble do not dwell
I think about God, Who loves me still
And wonder do I do His will?
On the third level, the revelry had ceased,
there was a great peace,
here, in the communal gardens,
a calm, joyousness descending,
a few people already resting,
on the grass, they lay,
the Tigress,
here to meet the Dark Man.
such quiet solitude touched her,
the gardens, good for the soul,
all the songs of glory,
they reached this place of respite,
many started to leave the gardens,
walking down to level two,
most singing came from that vicinity,
the joy went on.
On the fourth level, almost silence,
very few voices could be heard,
the dwellers here, now at work,
they worked within the golden palace,
A few children were singing,
they did sing the old tales with gusto,
High pitched voices, almost lost upon the breeze that blew.
A few children were on the street,
dancing to the song being sung,
their laughter, a balm to the heart,
it was a joy to hear,
Alahsar, alive with gaiety, joy and love,
hearts were truly singing,
would that every heart would ever sing.
The golden palace,
atop the mountain,
awash with light,
The softer songs of Alahsar,
they come from deep within,
within each room,
rge sumptuous splendour of priceless jewels,
All but a few are happy within,
they all await the guest of honour.
Outside, the storm reaches its zenith,
the mother of darkness sings,
soon, from the heart of the storm,
the Dark Man and Turvehr come,
Many watch the sky,
alive with thunderous terror,
soon he would come,
The storm alive now,
the thunder booms,
the lightning flashes.
Once more, the mists of time fall over Alahsar,
once more I must have my horn charged,
the mead shall soothe the dry throat,
in bardic, melodic voice, the song shall sing again.
Soon we shall return to golden Alahsar,
the city of dream,
the words of elder songs,
they shall sing out in power and glory,
kike running waters the words shall flow,
painting their visions of wonder,
the glory of Alahsar shall live again,
your Bard giving life to antiquity's song.
To Be Continued..........
Lighting a cigarette, I take a drag, letting the signature scent and taste envelop me: slightly bitter tobacco with the lingering taste of mint.
Lying back, staring at the light blue sky where the clouds create a flawless abstract piece of art.
Closing my eyes, I feel the grass tickling my skin where my clothes fail to cover.
Birds flying overhead, gliding on the breeze, slowing as they approach their destination.
Black and yellow honeybees work hard, hovering over every flower in their sight.
Suddenly, thunder booms so loudly I open my eyes, blinking away the fog. I realize I’m sitting in my chair and it was all a daydream.
Now here I sit, gazing out the window to see the rain coming down harder than before, hitting the window pane.
Drip… Drip… Drip…
As each leaf falls, dancing in the wind
A song of grace, such healing praise
Rises from my limbs, spreading hopeful promises
Across the distant hills, coats intensely ablaze
As each dream leaves, a trembling grief
Stills my heart and soul, blessing every shadow
Remembering, even when I don’t understand
The heavy hands of time turn so slow
As each moment breathes her destiny
Stilling the stars, the moon’s soft glow
So that wherever I meet with the night
Beautiful mirages of love’s glory will gently flow
As each blessing is given and I thank Him who is Love
There is an ache, a shiver, tenderness weeping
So that I know, when autumn finally agrees to her show
There is a joy that so vibrant, hope that I’m keeping…
As the summer leaves behind her heartfelt hope
Autumn’s leaves, her tender breeze, echo in the air
Writing a story of grace and joy across the spirit
Remembering, as she leaves, love booms its prayer
And I know the glory of autumn’s still cool light
Reflecting all my tomorrows, bleeding beautiful life
Through the shadows of each falling leaf,
Stilling all worry, encouraging through all strife
As autumn feels closer, and the leaf says goodbye
I remember to recite her story in the fading twilight
As memories tremble and offer such rhythms,
Creating a beautiful quiet, a pathway beneath the starlight
In echoes of dreams, her story rises in me
A story of grace and peace, a story – not make believe
It tells the secret of autumn’s creativity
The secret serenity found, even though she’ll grieve
Grief of the fallen leaf, grief that speaks
Telling of a summer gone, a fading song
As autumn writes to the wind, peace within
Rising over the hills, praise that is never wrong!