Long Disaster Poems
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In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.
Way too many apples for us to eat - now time to share of our ripe apples sweet
So with our neighbors we’ll divvy these treats - for lunches, pies, snacks and midmorning feasts.
Just a month later - just enough for a pie a Sunday night treat as cold raindrops fly
Measure the spices then roll out the crust - bake in the oven - dessert just for us!
Oops! Tripled the flour! Now I lament - :o - as we pick out baked apples from flour cement!
True story! Instead of 3/4c of sugar I added ¾ c of flour! At least we salvaged the apples. My boys have never let me forget this gastronomic disaster! A true lesson in humility!
11-24-20
Contest: Make Me Laugh with Some Humor
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
So pathetic is the word,
I would like to say aloud;
your silly and giggling laughter
bothers me, it's a true disaster!
No, forgetful sweety
nothing convinces me,
don't scatter clouds
when it's too sunny;
should I belittle words
that make clowns laugh
hard, it doesn't including me...
because it cuts me in half!
Don't hurry a conversation,
don't avoid physical contact
when feeling the urge;
I'm your closest friend,
don't sweeten my tongue
with tic-tac, I get upset!
Have a specific project,
trust can never end!
No, forgetful sweety...
betrayed hearts need empathy,
no, forgetful sweety...
pick up the broken pieces,
they can be put together easily;
gone are the bitter tears!
Don't touch me with frantic urge,
I may be tempted to purge
this restless guilt and act hysterically,
I won't waste kisses and feel terribly!
No, forgetful sweety: can rage
change this mind so suddenly?
Jealous MUCH?
Sometimes, I wonder
If we’re jealous of one another
You’re like a brother
From another mother,
Not a sister or a mister, life’s such a mighty blur
It’s a mystery if I’ll ever make it
But life is not much of a disaster…I keep thinking of him or her
It’s a mystery if I’ll make life legit
Sometimes, I wonder
If we’re jealous of one another
I’ll be doing a lot better
If I wasn’t such a regretter…
Am I jealous much?
I’m such a jerkasaurus sometimes and I can act irrational when I want to be with somebody I love
Am I jealous and such?
I’m such a miserable, mighty mess and I can act out of control when I envy you with him or her or whoever I think of
Twenty first of October in two thousand and eighteen
Was the worst disaster poetry soup had seen
Poems wiped off the website as all the poets slept
When the disaster unfolded many poets wept.
Some had spent hours composing their verses
But no backup made, the air soon filled with curses
Contest entries too vanished without trace
Sponsors left fuming they had nothing to place.
And the beautiful comments people said about you
Into a cyber space black hole they all vanished too
The next night the poems, to everyone’s dismay
Returned to the site, ‘twas like Groundhog day.
Some blamed the Russians, some blamed the C.I.A.
Others wanted revenge for what happened that day
But do rest assured, soup said “have no fear
Free membership for everyone, for a whole year”
Now that’s a kind act I’m sure you’ll agree
Remember worse disasters have happened at sea
The moral of this verse is to remind everyone
Make a backup of your work when it is done.
(This did happen, not sure about the free membership though lol.
But it is a wake up call; always back up your work.)
Expert skiers ought to know
That skiing ever faster
And off the beaten track just might
Precipitate disaster.
The specialists who gauge the snow
For slickness, depth and such
Put warnings out so all who ski
Stay out of danger’s clutch.
Yet more and more, those athletes
Who love risks and taking chances
Ignore all the advice and yield
To daring circumstances.
And so an avalanche occurs,
Which causes pain or death.
I wonder if regret’s expressed
In someone’s dying breath.
For admonitions only work
If they are sternly heeded.
A dab of caution is the dose
Of medicine that’s needed.
I sympathize with those who’ve lost
A loved one to the slopes;
But those who died so recklessly
Were those who knew the ropes.
I threaded my soul through faithless years
With a needle stained with my blood and tears
I never thought I would find asylum here
Where the shadows fall and the sun refuses to shine
I never thought these darkest days would be golden
And yet here I sit with my heart in my hands
And I'm wondering how I ever made it through
The smell of smoke is still overwhelming
And it coats the night sky in the burden of my sin
Perhaps the past always catches up
But even if I were to get up and run
Past these cemetery gates there is no escaping
The things I've done
I once knocked on the door of sanity
Only to be turned away
So I burst through the door of insanity
And slammed my flag into the ground
A sound of a thousand marching feet can be heard
The demons of tomorrow can smell the scent of my sin
And the scent has led them to these cemetery gates
Will I break free?
I squeeze the heart in my hands
And feel the blackness on the edge of my eyes
I know that I'm sitting on the precipice of disaster
But there is no desire to flee
For the fleeting flight of frantic escape would be a fallacy
I've sat here and sown together my own reality
Based on the distorted pictures I fed myself for years
Perhaps if I simply took the needle and stabbed the heart
I could see something more than a scarlet hued future
But something tells me that is an act of cowardice
The feet are getting closer and closer
I threaded my soul through faithless years
With a needle stained with my blood and tears
I never thought I would find asylum here
Where the shadows fall and the sun refuses to shine
I never thought these darkest days would be golden
And yet here I sit with my soul in my hands
And I'm wondering how I could ever have gotten away
I invited a dragon to dinner
(That was almost the wrong thing to do!)
Have you ever seen what a dragon
can do to a bowl of beef stew?
The carrots were shrunken and shriveled.
The celery- quite a sad sight,
yet the dragon seemed rather delighted
as he gobbled up every last bite!
The salad was quite a disaster
with the croutons burnt to a crisp
and the lettuce was beyond recognition
and wilted into a green wisp!
Still that dragon ate every last morsel
and was pleased as a dragon could be!
Cause he roared and belched rather loudly,
but politely exclaimed, “Pardon Me!”
Next I passed the desert to the dragon
as we giggled and talked for a spell.
Then the dragon thanked me profusely
and uttered a steamy farewell.
He taught me to laugh at my worries,
enjoy life with good company,
so tomorrow he’s coming for breakfast
and frying the bacon for me!
I am your master.
A glorious disaster,
Your beast on string
A crippling disaster
You are my puppet,
my prisoner...my slave.
Your decaying brittle bones beneath shallow frozen graves...
And NO
...I can’t explain it,
Its just a surge
...It’s an urge.
It’s the beast within me.
My instinct to purge....
Ahhh yes...
I taste it,
I’m obsessed...
your praying to your faith...
For a better place to rest?
...yet? So noisy!
The voices Schizophrenic in my brain. My thoughts are cluttered I’m a mess, Twisted & deranged
.... Riddle me this?
Is it cold and scary when your dying all alone?
Should we set your name in dirt Or cast into stone?
I know exactly what your thinking
.....inside your scattered head,
Your probably wishing right about now You were already ing dead...
Your face will be spread Across the 6 0clock news ,
And with all the havoc and panic
I’ll drop em some clues.
But still I’ll up their tormented heads Leaves questions un answered Leaves answers unsaid....
And While I’m digging your hole dropping you deep in the ground
I’ll shovel real deep...7 feet
So you’ll never be found.
And time will go by,
Your missing face on a poster,
Your lifeless body will be Lost and never found!!!
Just the spirit of your ghost.
Rotting 7 feet under the ing ground!!!!!!!!!
BY; SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS
ORTEGA-ZELE. {11~13~19}
The media has two faces: mayhem and disharmony.
They bring in the highest of ratings.
Harmony and unity are ratings disaster for the media execs.
They couldn't care less about the people.
They get off on Plane crashes and train wrecks.
They are voice boxes for evil.
They love mass shootings, wars, and church arson fires.
Most of all, they adore a high-profile white-on-black crime.
Then they sit back with popcorn in hand.
Enjoying their heavily biased, fueled race riot.
Playing the same clips.24/7/365/ from a one-sided perspective.
Then enter the clowns.
The politicians in their ties and stilettos. Hustling for votes.
Then the activists and reverends slither in.
Stirring the golden pot with bullhorn rhetoric.
Hoping everything turns to rot.
The Soros's anarchists are there to make a quick buck
Get off and leave their greasy wet spot.
to be in your presence
sheltered under ýour wing
a place of saftey
peaceful and my heart can sing
in your presence
all things are calm
protected from lifes storms
and safe from harm
in your presence
we can be close to you
and learn more
about the amazing things you still do
in your presence
is a place to rest
ln your presence
is the place that is best Amen
Psalm 91
1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a]
2 I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
3 Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
4 He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
5 You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
7 A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand,
but it will not come near you.
8 You will only observe with your eyes
and see the punishment of the wicked.
9 If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
10 no harm will overtake you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
14 “Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
and show him my salvation Amen