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May showers are brewing underneath the clouds and the temperature keeps bouncing up and down the ocean floor and the pregnant skies drips water from inside and my heart is singing a sweet lullaby.
Lightning flashes across the horizon, hitting street and burning up bodies in the cemetery waking up souls that have gone before and elevating them to the top of the tree.
The cracking trees cries from the distance and a thunderous storm breaks yonder, filling rivers, dams and the streams and soaked my pillows eroding my midnight dream.
It was like the clouds were dancing in the skies with a passion originated in the grounds pulling the leaves from the tree and scattering them on the ground and the mutation begins.
I have never felt this way before, something strange was walking about the shore, I peeped in the binocular to get a glimpse of it but something in the distance start making a strange sound and all of a sudden I saw a barge of bird start flying around in a circle opening in a straight line and flew away in V shape.
I search for a symbolic meaning but in split seconds a sudden rush of wind creeps in and the birds began to sing. It is the kind of melody you hear in the safari when the wild animals meet and danger lurks in the street.
You search diligent for an escape route and saddle up in a new pair of shoes, but the times passes quietly and my mind continue to stretch across the wilderness and a voice in the distance keeps calling.
A voice in the distance has a story to tell, the voice in the distance is crying out for help, the voice in the distance is struggling against the wave, can you hear the sound from the underground the voice is coming from there and it is resonating all over the town.
The voice in distance is climbing in the tree, the voice in the distance is looking for me, the voice in the distance is climbing the mountain, the voice in the distance is me.
Keep searching, I am stuck between the rock and the mountain, if you dig deeper, you will find me.
DEVASTATING
Storm is brewing, horrifying whirling
vortex vibrant mischievous miscreant.
Culprit cyclone carves creates calamity.
Lightning flashes, thunder roars.
Clouds burst, rains thrash in torrents.
Violent vigorous rigorous storm turns notorious.
Mountains are washed with avalanche
Rocks grumbling, stones pebbles rumbling tumbling down
Land is flooded, rivers running rushing in full brim.
Sky is tormented on tremendous terrible thrust
of strong devastating storm,
threatening disaster with ceaseless shower in cats and dogs.
Sea waves are swollen hissing growling
Ocean is outrageous bubbling in wrath
My passion oozes, blazes to outburst.
Urge out of control can’t be restrained.
It yearns to play with strength of storm
08/13.16 ,
First Place
Wordscapes Contest by John Hamilton
First Place
STANDARD CONTEST No. 163 by Brian Strand
warm cinnamon angelic wings, I Landed
spicy sharp sounds leap white midnight sight
turmeric dust sprinkle songs peeling broken heart
coriander with red chilli crackling citrus smart
moody tempers evaporate thundering rage
stability sprung __ Reptilians slid pass mumbling
chameleons raising, grounding, cobalt circling
lemon juice pungent pour, I frequency Rooted
feathery futile arguments chomping mooted
grounded coconut angled angels gobble gummy hypnotic higher, lightning struck crack plum rack
shouting storms persecuted no more the core
stability sprung ___Reptilians slid away silky suck
creamy masala potatoes fried, touching embers
astralic garlic warded off denials, I Taught taut
raw caw cucumber cooled cities sunk no more
ground coconut oiling angels ate in apple sauce
told all we quest to fathom, tongues twisting
cinnamon are the wings flapping wrapping
voices direct us ___Reptilians slid into side hole crocodile raising, grounding, sherry grapes juicing
rose petals are portents, I died to ground Birth
anise in mortar crackle, befit expressions revere lemon juice drizzle no pain mincing garlic severe
brown chestnuts for pick in nick, tricky sticky
removing skins, voices direct us in rattling rain
cook in water then puree __Reptilians slid defeated
turtles tapping, gliding, rum brewing browning
butter beans melt, I cooked adding chestnut cherries with honey hope, voices direct us, be
masala potatoes fried burnt black, boisterous we sang, peppery taste no haste, touching embers
liquid thickens trusting cornflour ___Reptilians sliding salient, tongues twisting, eggs hatching
immerse vegetables in sauce reduce sorrow
miracles are expressions of Adoration, know
Mira ***
cles ****+****______sliding salient
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tongues twisting {}{}{} express
Ions ~~~~~~~ of ___spice rice
I taught taut {}{}{~} ADORATION {}{}{~}
Reptilians slid underground
no order to miracles ***i died 2 ground BIRTH
they are natural occurrences
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game,
who to claim a podium close-up fame,
winner of 2018 21st FIFA World Cup's name.
Scheduling and planning their dream
to cheer on their favorite team.
Fans at the game watching united,
dressed in their lucky sports team attire, delighted,
cold, getting rained on, and excited.
Television armchair football enthusiast
muttering, "C-o-o-l call. Revenge at last."
He follows every move, wishing he was there,
but at home watching on his big screen, a bear.
Everyone in the stadium is bouncing off the walls,
inspiring cheers and rants, raves and calls.
While the Armchair enthusiast with his own calls,
within his walls his soul appalls.
The hero standing in the middle of a melee, with a thin
breeze around the football field, using a Cruyff Turn spin,
then brilliantly threading the ball home winning
the World Cup for his country. It’s only the beginning.
6/25/2018
The championship has been awarded every four years since the inaugural tournament in 1930 for except in 1942 and 1946 when it was not held because of the Second World War, a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945.
Poetry Contest: 2018 World Cup
Sponsored By: Mark Toney
A wispy dream; a velveteen morning;
calming and serene; snow slowly drifting.
Storms now brewing over the Northern sky
blustery winter's breath I now descry!
Heavy coat and hat; battling icy winds;
animals in the barn; firewood to the bin.
Warmest blanket on the bed; old cat purrs;
knitted throw by the stove; toasty for sure.
Chores are finally done; time to relax;
snowflakes falling now covering my tracks.
Teapot is ready, steam rises up high;
biscuits from the oven; butter nearby.
Look out the window; hazy from the frost;
snow covers the pond; can't see where I crossed.
Inhaling brisk air; a late snowy blow;
peek out the door brings a silent rush of cold.
1/27/2021
All Yours Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
A Perfect Family Storm
A perfect storm is brewing, against my family seas
Calm waters now are tossing to and fro.
It started with a rumble; grey clouds formed overhead
No sure from which direction it will blow.
Strong waves roll in and lash the shore, wetting all the sand
Should I then dare dip toes into the sea?
The undercurrent grip is strong, weakening my stand
From both sides now I feel the pull on me.
I fear a lightning strike is near, its flash a telling sign
Hear rumbling of the thunder overhead.
Sky clouds are black, this canopy bearing heavy rain,
These threatening signs have filled my soul with dread.
My tears like rain are running free, streaming down my face
My heart-felt sobs keep rising in my chest.
The elements beyond control, this time may not abate
I know I must stand strong to pass this test.
Past storms have come and gone away, seas return to calm
Bright sunny skies bring warmth upon the ground.
This hurricane seen forming now, the tide is rising fast
The waves too deep, I fear my futures drowned.
I cannot stop the surging swell, or breakers rushing in
Against the rocks I feel my body thrown.
The fury of the lashing winds, whipping at my soul
Could forever change the peace that I have known?
However, there’s a turning point; I see the weather change
Calm waters, flow instead of rushing tide.
The wind and rain, no longer lash, the sky is clear and bright
Together, have my family by my side.
Sometimes the outcome of a storm, is subject to its force
Destructive winds may tear apart your home.
A rebuild then the only way, to make foundations strong
Replace the shifting sands this time with stone.
Christine 2021
What happend? Is the thought we have brewing
When she hit the beach con strewing
Things around this way and that
Grounded the homes and made them flat.
I lived in Pascagoula at one time
Before this wretch had made her mind
I lost few for I am single and broke
but my companions cry, sniffle, and choke
To think their families are there in pain
while we are out to sea is hard to constrain
Tempers flare and words are flames
Cursing each other and calling names
Once in port the fathers, husbands, fiances flee
To find their lost and broken family
Castles battered or taken by force
waterlog and drowned the family horse
Murder and rape have come after the destruction
Satans weaving his path of corruption.
Save the children is all I hope for
They deserve no part in heaven and hells war
Bodies lay strewn across the land
She had no favor woman or man
My last words hopefully burn your desire
To help the victims of this tragedy inspire!
Form:
Feeling drowsy as your feet stumble
wanting back to bed to tumble
Half awake in the morning dawn
knowing that this feels all wrong
But the smell of java brewing
lifts your spirit and keeps you moving
A cup of hot coffee in the morning
gets you up and starts you going
You can face the day anew
with that fresh cup of morning brew
Coffee as American as apple pie
without it we would look as if we died
Keeps our juices ever flowing
that magic cup of coffee in the morning
A cup to awake and a cup to go
nothing regenerates like morning joe
Coffee coffee let the Brits keep their tea
that morning cup of coffee taste like liberty
Gal I wrote your name inside my heart
It sounds every letter when each beat starts
There’s no need for me to call out your name
You can tell from my eyes this heart won’t change
You’re the smile in my mind
The whisper in my ears
The colour in my soul
And the love in my tears
I’ll never change this happiness I found
My blood flows thick like an emotional cloud
Because there’s a beautiful song in my heart
It’s been playing these strings right from the start
You’re the smile in my mind
The whisper in my ears
The colour in my soul
And the love in my tears
It’s a magical tune of sweet bitter love
Keeps playing and playing as the sun shines above
This bond between us will never be broken
As this space in my heart has been overtaken
Today my heart glowed a thousand lights
Pumped love around brighter than bright
My soul whispered you know I love you
My eyes full of smiles as I dreamed of you
You’re the smile in my mind
The whisper in my ears
The colour in my soul
And the love in my tears
And I can’t control this brewing storm
This fires burning from beyond the dawn
With passion it melts all my tension away
And I find new strength for a brand new day
You’re the smile in my mind
The whisper in my ears
The colour in my soul
And the love in my tears
Fictional
© Copyright KC.Leake
23rd September 2015
All Rights Reserved
Gather round while I spin a yarn
'bout a young gal, grew up in a barn
With horses and cows, she had her own stall
She loved taking care of them, most of all
She'd feed the horses and milk every cow
Nobody ever showed her quite how
She worked so hard, she rubbed her hands raw
Baling the hay and bundling the straw
Well, year after year she took care of her tasks
Secretly hoping that someone would ask
Her out on a date or some such like that
But she was afraid of men and a little bit fat
One summer day the sky turned pitch black
A tornado was brewing, there was no turning back
It stormed right on in, a-whirling and whooshing, a picture of awe
All her hay swept away, she clutched at two pieces of straw
She hung on to those straw strands with all of her might
As they swilled and swirled, and flew up out of sight
The last folks saw of her, she was high up in the sky
Singin' -- "To heck with horses! I'm a bird; I can fly!"
September 10, 2020
Clutching at Straws Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann