Long Disasters Poems
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let me tell you a story
it began as a normal day
until suddenly my world was moving and rumbling
I heard crashing and screaming
my apartment building was falling
with me inside
I knew that I could not survive this
as the roof above me fell apart and beams
where being destroyed by a horrific earthquake
when it ended I was pinned down beneath a fallen beam
debri was everywhere and I saw a dead body
I was able to reach into my jeans pocket
and my cell phone was there with a connection
I knew that my time was limited
as the building was creaking and groaning
I had minutes to live
so I called my sister
my parents alreading residing in heaven
with grandma
hi, how are you she said, from another city far away
well, I said, things could be better
and I don't have much time
so let me say this, I love you
I love you too she replied
there was a hush around me
I think everyone else was dead
what's going on, she asked
I was able to gasp out ... earthquake through my tears
and I am trapped and then, I was dead
it only took 39 minutes ...
One day we were living our normal lives
Everyone going about their business
Then all of a sudden things just changed
And we have to keep our social distance
Wash your hands and sanitize
Wear your masks and gloves too
So that this sudden thing called Covid-19
Does not get to you
Long queues of panic shoppers
People going around
Loaded trolleys full of groceries
As they prepared for the national lockdown
Stay in quarantine
Is what the lockdown is all about
We need to abide by the rules
Because we need to wipe this virus out
It is all for a good cause
To try and keep us safe
To keep the numbers from growing
To survive this crazy wave
God please be with the poor
May they have a plate to eat
As they are unable to work
And in utmost desperate need
And please be with our old people
Let them all be fine
Because they are most fragile
In this trying time
Be with all of the infected
Heal them Father one by one
I trust in You to safe our world
In the Name of the Father the Holy Spirit and Son
Bless our health and essential workers
Give them strength and extra powers
They are risking their lives
To safe all of ours
Dear fellow citizens
This is your time to help our world heal
Abide by the rules
And please remain in Quarantine
Life is not always easy and it really depends on where you live,
I cannot speak of life in other countries because I only know Canada;
Canada is a nation of immigrants and all cultural differences we embrace,
Everyone can get an education, even a girl, we are unstoppable, never give up.
Every day there is horrible news on the television and the radio,
Torture, bombing, killing, fighting, and even natural horrific disasters;
Like hurricanes, tornados, flooding, earthquakes, mudslides, all faraway,
In Canada these things rarely happen, but we did have a terrorist attack last year.
Life in Canada is full of opportunity; you can be your very best,
Enjoy the little things and the big things without any fear or abuse;
Speak your mind, even make a powerful speech, we encourage freedom,
Explore our vast wilderness and go anywhere that you want, there are no limits.
We Canadians truly embrace our flag; you will see it every where,
The terrible things we see around the world really break our hearts;
We are the peacekeepers; so just let go of the past because life will go on,
Come to Canada and let go of fear, never give up and embrace our beautiful flag.
________________________-
October 29, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Life According to _____, sponsor, Silent One
First Place
Weeds,
stupid and dull and ravenous,
do not wonder
why you have gathered them,
They are hardly aware of you
at all times.
Plants,
like animals,
do not lie down with awed privilege
for you to harvest them.
Plants,
unlike animals,
are transparently unaware
of your risky approach
in all deadening times,
avoiding health wealth opportunities
remaining detached from enriching Earth's
deep learning recycles.
People,
unlike nations
and planets
and plants,
are polypathically aware of outside-eco
yin-spiritual risks
in all polyphonically natural
inside-egotherapeutic opportune days
and nightmare egocentric
risky anthrocentric
dark-yin spirited
dissonant nights
haunting
Seeds do not wonder
why you have included them
in ductive shadow valleys.
We are hardly aware
of our historic environmental Selves
in and through
all reseeding MountainEarth
valleys of bilateral SacredTime.
Weeds,
even those found toilet twittering
to avoid thinking too much
about how much our own insides mortally stink,
do not wonder
why we have gathered here.
Weeds are hardly aware of
polypathic seeds
for cooperative opportunity
in all polyphonic Sacred Times
with Places
PolyCultural Faces.
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and right doing there is a field.
I'll meet you there."
Rumi
Bells, Whistles, The End
Sunsets linger in words of warning.
Scratchy, high-volume distractions obliterate the sagging emotions
of well intentioned champions of change.
In the distance, commercial campaigns bend truth in fervor,
proven to persuade.
Everywhere…. Distractions….cap this, trade that, manage what few
resources remain with righteousness.
Somewhere, in the middle of it all, a high-school student completes
an essay with pure conclusion, his teachers startled at the
simplicity of his study.
His cover-art displaying our planet as a clock-face with Mother Time’s
image, slowly disappearing, as her hour hand dissolves
Nature's anger
As we hurt her pride
We rape and pillage
Her countryside
These storms she brings
Her power of wrath
Tornado's, Tsunami's
Destruction path
Floods so furious
As they sweep all aside
Boulders like houses
Cast aside
Torrential rain
Mother Nature's tears
Storm drains struggle
Increase our fears
What's to do,
To calm her down
Act as we care
In our cities and towns
In her countryside
To honor, obey
And maybe her wrath
Will have a politer say
If she has any sisters
Out there and beyond
If we treat them the same
I'm sure they'll respond
She has given us grace
To live on her lands
The least we can do
Is try to understand
I’m dying…I really am
And those around me see the forces pushing me out
Sticky black outlines me, scratching its way inside
I feel like the divided creatures are availing…
My heart is failing
Is there a worse feeling?
I want to find a healing…but the eyes keep closing
FACEBOOK masks and seething lies bleeding outwards
Murdering personality, some say
Words of poetry undeserving recognition
Minds are crawling away from me as I reach for warmth
Grabbing onto a glob of black
I can’t see their real intentions…he needs an intervention
The priests won’t stop dunking her in the waters of perversion
Spitting open Pangaea, letting them flood its base
Things are going so fast…time is ticking disasters
A quiet sadness in souls I’ll never know
I’ll never come to understand you—I can't look them in the eyes
The tumultuous pupils overflow with the blackness…sticking the eyelids together
And drying…coagulating…
Binding…blinding
Only burning flames can lick it away
But my fingers are smoldering from the metallic roll of the lighter’s starter
The fuel is running too rapidly through my veins
Smoky ambience is weathering the skies
While Pangaea is depleted…broken
The creatures are separated—WE ARE SO MAD AT EACHOTHER
Racial content bleeding from the melting wax of our exteriors
Brotherhood—merely incestuous wasteland of hornless hornets
Empty stomachs moving special organs
Singling the heart out…
Shifting the lungs that give them airways of achievement
My teeth sinking into my cheek
I can’t move them…I can’t even speak
Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
.
.
A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police
Depression hits hard like a tsunami wave,
threatening my house, welcoming the grave.
Should I thrive on my daily medication,
or survive, unaided, gravitation?
Should I deny myself of natural lows,
because they're so intense, like violent fist blows?
Should I be an altered version of me,
one sedated, less complicated, carefree?
Is this an effective alleviation,
or is there a possible toleration?
Would pills create chemical fences
that weaken my natural defenses?
Can I still empathize if I don't feel pain?
What lasting effect will this have on my brain?
Should I forfeit assistance from an upward shelf,
to be my indifferent, bipolar self?
Should I let my known weakness sometimes reign,
or spare myself of avoidable pain?
Should I grieve joy's seasonal cessation,
as my heart freezes from sun deprivation?
Should I undulate to the beat of the moon,
eagerly awaiting its fullness' resume?
To medicate or not medicate? ---
the question of old, the question of late.
The question begs like dessert on a plate.
Is it devil's food or angel cake?
Tides are rising, clock's are ticking
Us humans in disgust in ending sickening
Turmoil is endless these past recent weeks
One can sense natures Armageddon, it's what we've reaped
Forestation, deliberation, call it what you may
She's had enough, no one will be around to say
Many gathering clouds, so grey like never before
Flat-lands of our counties, becoming one long shore
In abhor I look, at the sadness of life's wildlife
Struggling against the tides, drowning in mans strife
The rural that was once, sadly is no longer there
I close my eyes to vision, watery eyes can only stare
Black tides are ever growing, encroaching over the lands
We now reap what we have sown, and die by her crying glands
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