Long Disaster Poems
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When air no longer flows in my lung
And the last of my life song is sung
Look for me in every heart beat
Of your childrens kids in everything
See me in a strangers sunny smile
Know I would want you to be so proud
Of my cheery ways and bubbly greeting
You find in time yourself repeating
Find me in a cherry corny joke
That like a fairy makes magical note
Of how laughter cures or gives hope
To disaster we deliver to holy ghost
See me in church mosque kingdom hall
Helping the lost make sense of it all
Find me in the last song we sang
In the jokes we told as we played games
Find me in your mirror gazing back
So much nearer the majestic black
Soul never fearer of your strength
Find me alive and born again.
Maybe I walk in your shoes,
Perhaps you sleep like my loops,
Probably, this is an unimaginable satire,
Inside your head, I can never born again and be a disaster.
Perhaps I am only your necessity,
Probably, I walk on springs,
Maybe you don't possess earthly possessions,
In your hands, my name is nothing but an arcade.
Maybe you know I am your closest friend,
Perhaps I am not a suitable companion,
Probably, your thoughts about me are just a cliche,
In your mind, I am nothing but a sense of consciousness.
I know you will not follow my path,
I understand you value yourself more than my prestigious circles,
You belong to the official comedy,
I beg you to sacrifice your passion for one last time.
I cannot be your passion,
Perhaps I am more than that,
Maybe you've got none,
But you will get a better one!
I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone
"Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"
T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night,
Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright,
Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day,
Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may.
The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear,
A second turkey for Boxing Day must be prepared, sadly I fear,
The 1st wrapped in foil, the 2nd one also, a disaster was clear,
I thought that inevitably an upset was near.
My Aunt unlike my mom, expected us to arrive with a turkey,
For my aunt never bothered to have anything ready,
My brother packed the car with presents and a foiled bird,
The scene that unfolded later was hysterical, yet absurd.
We arrived in the pouring rain, the weather was murky,
Don’t forget the presents and of course the famous turkey,
My eye on it never wavered, my brother had a plan,
But told me not to tell, that day he was nobody’s fan.
The turkey took centre place on the dining room table,
My Aunt had also invited their neighbour, Aunty Mable,
The festivities begun and we each took our seats,
Carving the turkey this year was Hubby’s feat.
As he took off the foil carefully, my anxiety grew,
What transpired caused dismay somewhat undue,
For there on the table stood a raw, defrosted turkey,
Anyone for Kentucky chicken I asked in a voice rather perky.
My mom got uncontrollable giggles, my brother winked at me,
What was happening, how could this possibly be,
He ran to the car, presented us with a joy that did meet every eye,
The real MC-coy, a roasted turkey he’d hid in the trunk, oh my!
Competition Entry: The Night Before Christmas
Sponsor: Joseph May
Dated: 2024/12/07
Working late at night,
The seer gazes into time:
Through a water bowl.
In private study,
He trembles in his robe as-
Foresight...fills the room.
Through late night vigils;
Divine splendor set to page:
He foretells of time.
Fanciful visions,
In the countless prophecies;
Bizarre imagery.
One-thousand quatrains,
Layered with lurid details:
Keenly...camouflaged.
Bold...obscure verses,
Flow with brave trepidation:
From a ceaseless quill.
With his astrolabe,
His poetic prophecies-
Speak of disaster.
Visions of dear days,
Recorded on parchment by-
The hand of a sage.
COURT DISASTER
I survey the court with a cock-eyed view
From the top of the basketball pole.
My hoop hangs it head in abject shame,
And the players look up in dismay
The man who erected me got it all wrong,
Without the tools for the job.
Well, how could he possibly get me straight
With no spirit level to hand?
But it’s not just the lack of tools to blame.
For my slightly drunken posture
His problems go much deeper than that.
And so, in order to sort himself out
He needs to cut down on his intake
Of that strong Heferweizen beer.
27th April 2022
Sad Backboards and German Heferweizens poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Caliri
Close to the window of my room
Stands a tree called KRISHNO-CHURA
In our mellow Bengali tongue
Flamboyant is now in full bloom
Two months ago it was naked
Just hundreds of grey skeletons
As hard and harder grew the sun
Feather like leaves gladly crowded
And now in the heat of hard May
It is a breathtaking beauty
Cascade of red and red cutie
Spreading soft shade in a cool gray
I look and try to understand
How at a certain point of time
A friend of mine had lost all rhyme
Disaster shook his existence
The difficult sun of struggle
Grew shade plants leaves and juicy fruits
Fresh household with lyric and flute
Guiding the house rise from rubble
Today in his psychic garden
KRISHNO-CHURA in smile always
Many a door in the hallways
Himself a tree for all persons
My window is all flamboyance
Leaving me in clairvoyance
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I'm about to fury kick
Someone who thinks they're so slick
Commotion is their middle name
Annoyance is their kind of game
Leaving trails of despair
Every time and everywhere
When they want new fun and laughter
It brings up a new disaster
Fires I must stop quickly
Lives are burned so tragically
From his flames of steam and heat
Somehow he needs to be beat
A lesson he wont forget
Will destroy him and I bet
If he gets burned enough to see
How his torturing can be
He might realize the pain
That comes with the hot deep flame
Of someone that doesn't care
He might discover and compare
How this feeling isn't pleasant
Like the others who resent it
Puzzled folks be shocked
by my irony---
the emphasis is
on morality.
*********** sells,
actions movies do too;
curse words abound--
a lucrative trend.
Society divulges
free sexuality
without any shame--
lustful affections.
Sue me for libel,
and I will appeal
to the Higher Court;*
the pounding gravel--
a dismissed case.
If Star Wars excites
you, think of fiction
as something too real--
disaster coming.
No, I won't mention
" Armageddon " now...
to frighten you too soon-
events will shock all.
Humankind's desire
is to build one race;
all traditions die,
transforming good values--
such false culture.
Shield hard-earned money,
shun deceitful men;
their aim is more green--
plague of vanity.
Written on 1/ 16/ 2016
* Higher Court: Heaven
Loving Or Tolerating?
Written: by Miracle Man
5/30/2020
Don’t sit on the sideline but enter the game,
then hear all voices equally in the public forum.
Stop saying things with intent to inflame,
skin color shouldn’t determine our decorum.
Disaster and evil today touches our lives,
from burning and pillage it takes years to recover.
But sooner or later the good survives,
in search for answers, faith, we rediscover.
The message of Jesus can change any life,
only then will perspective toward racism vary.
Let thoughts rest on eternity and afterlife,
God didn’t intend that love be arbitrary.
Acts 10:34
34 Then Peter opened [his] mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons:
1 John 4:20
“If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen?”