Long Disasters Poems
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my tears are falling
calling me through the sounds of rain
broken heart aching
winching from all the pain
echoing inside etched ears
"sound the alarm sweet soul"
tattered dreams fell and crashed
upon the shining dash
stunned dazed pondering
the meaning of it all
written on the wreath
worn upon my head
"sound the alarm sweet soul"
i am standing
"standing" merely because I can
holding faith in my hand barely
because I am
no one else can endure
none other than
an unwilling sacrificial lamb
drinking back the sweat of fright and fear
work of my goals and struggles all these years
up in smoke, in one stroke
smiling face show not the burden I bear
among the many out-of-touch and unaware
picking glass from my hair
scratches mark my neck
the love of my life’s
left dying
a heap
a total wreck
passing cars wheezing by
take no means to care
darken eyes covered shields
bland blinding stare
raise up this mortal coil
cast light to my silhouette
Cities are flooded
What a disaster
All covered by waters
Mourned by their daughters and brothers.
Katrina and Rita
What you two had done?
From your wrath no place to run
With sorrow you've shrouded the sun.
Cities are flooded
Her children are crying
The waters were rising
Burying everything in mud.
Cities are flooded
The sea destroyed and was killing
Birds and cows now are dying
The whole enviroment is suffering.
Cities are flooded
What a disaster!
Lives covered by muddy waters
Mourned by their sisters and brothers.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka laydp2000
copyright@2005
October,27,2014
Come dance in the waters
that summer has warmed
amidst the froth of the seas
Hear the sighs that echo from tides
as the crescents ripple in breeze
Join the surfers
as they ride in on the waves
balancing bravely so tall
watch as their confidence grows so high
until showing off some do fall
It’s one enormous bath
with the plug left in
where people swim around in the quay
and in that huge sink, the ships sail in
with the goods coming home from away
See how the bathers go in for a dip
desperate to cool down in the sun
and children play sports
on the beach with new friends
running around with such fun
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
I’ve been harkening back to my formative years
Haunting seedy seaport bars in Keelung,
Navigating strange interventions abroad,
While adjusting my ears to an alien tongue.
On the streets of the market the game was afoot.
I bought a gold earring and a butterfly knife,
Then ran after numerous Dead Sea trolls,
The cause and effect of a nautical life.
I came up from nothing to a dozen tattoos.
Their steady ascension tracked the course of my rise.
I’ve sailed through typhoons, both real and imagined,
The toll noticed most by the sad in my eyes.
I struggled hard, then I struggled harder,
Heaving hawsers and mooring lines fast as I could.
There were flirtations with death and sordid disasters.
I learned to sort the bad days from the good.
It brings to mind the moral of that fabled children’s tale
That worried overconfidence and proved what’s fair is fair.
There wasn’t any race between a bunny and a tortoise,
But an existential duel between my patience and thin air.
Sometimes there’s no distinguishing a donkey from an ass.
Be wary of the scuttlebutt that whispers through the murk.
There’s a horrible hunger perched over my door.
I honor that ravenous vulture and feed it my body of work.
November 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 5-8
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 5:4 In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, when ye are gathered together, and my spirit, with the power of our Lord Jesus Christ.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR GATHERING US TOGETHER
Praise be to God for gathering us together
in the name of Jesus Christ around His:
Salvation of secured safety
Sanctification against sinfulness
Satisfaction midst His sufficient sustenance
Steadfastness upon Scriptures’ standard-strength
Success upon servanthood and stewardship-settlement
I Corinthians 6:11 Praise be to the Lord
for sanctifying us so we can:
Exalt His goodness
Exult His greatness
Expose His generosity
Express His graciousness
Experience His gentleness
Expect for His guidance along His governance
1Corinthians 7:15 Praise be to the Saviour for
calling us to His peace against:
Disturbances toward decisiveness
Dearth-distress to be driven by diligence
Disasters and despair through His direction
Discouragements and defeats midst His discipline
Distractions then deterring destructions with His discernment
1Corinthians 8:3 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for enabling us to love Him while:
Wanting well His treasures’ wealthiness
Witnessing His worthy testimony’s wisdom
Working and toiling for Him midst His welfare
Waiting with willingness for His triumphant welcome
Worshipping Him as well as thanking Him for His wonders. Amen!
November 29, 2024
Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch
To outfox the pox:
kill yourself first, with Clorox!
And since death is the goal,
mainline Lysol!
No vaccine?
Just chug Mr. Clean!
Is a cure out of reach?
Fumigate your lungs, with bleach!
To immunize your thorax,
destroy it with Borax!
To immunize your bride,
drown her in Opti-cide!
To end all future gridlocks,
gargle with Vaprox!
Now, quick, down the Drain-o
with old Insane-o NoBrain-o!
Trump’s real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch
Less Heroic Couplets: Just Desserts
by Michael R. Burch
“The West Antarctic ice sheet
might not need a huge nudge
to budge.”
And if it does budge,
denialist fudge
may force us to trudge
neck-deep in sludge!
NOTE: The first stanza is a quote by paleoclimatologist Jeremy Shakun in Science magazine.
Less Heroic Couplets: Miss Bliss
by Michael R. Burch
Domestic “bliss”?
Best to swing and miss!
Less Heroic Couplets: Then and Now
by Michael R. Burch
BEFORE: Thanks to Brexit, our lives will be plush! ...
AFTER: Crap, we’re going broke! What the hell is the rush?
Less Heroic Couplets: Dear Pleader
by Michael R. Burch
Is our Dear Pleader, as he claims, heroic?
I prefer my presidents a bit more stoic.
Less Heroic Couplets: Less than Impressed
by Michael R. Burch
for T. M., regarding certain dispensers of lukewarm air
Their volume’s impressive, it’s true ...
but somehow it all seems “much ado.”
Less Heroic Couplets: Poetry I
by Michael R. Burch
Poetry is the heart’s caged rhythm,
the soul’s frantic tappings at the panes of mortality.
Less Heroic Couplets: Poetry II
by Michael R. Burch
Poetry is the trapped soul’s frantic tappings
at the panes of mortality.
Less Heroic Couplets: Seesaw
by Michael R. Burch
A poem is the mind teetering between fact and fiction,
momentarily elevated.
Less Heroic Couplets: Passions
by Michael R. Burch
Passions are the heart’s qualms,
the soul’s squalls, the brain’s storms.
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"Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet
The coconuts have gone awry,
and its fronds they seemed to deny,
their stumped stilts beaches pierce the sky,
an empty beach where birds fly by,
no imprint sole of surfing guy,
except I write the reasons why,
appropriate it with a sigh.
It's because of the lava flow,
in "83 nobody knows,
but then it started the big show,
at first, 'twas small and started slow,
until it grown, and grow, and grow,
the forest like a mower, mow,
night sky turned an orangey glow.
Since "83 it kept its pace,
it filled the ridge, a lengthy space,
then poured downhill like in a race,
the town lay at the mountain base,
lava came, the town prayed then braced,
home after home, place after place,
pierce a lifetime shown on their face.
The mountain lava met the sea,
wherefrom my hometown used to be,
everyone is an absentee,
all now have a new addressee,
and they are new hometown adoptees,
how can poetic words air-free,
for one who's wistful presently.
*Image of Rubik's Cube by DA Giphy
Situations and Solutions
Immature, Mickey said, unbalanced, you've everything,
That mindset left you with life choices, all, or nothing.
I take it in peace, query to me from Panama,
That I'm American, a native of Canada.
Idle hands are the devil's workshop; what does it mean?
Translate, the ungodly dig up evil; the unclean.
I love the confidence of those with holy graces.
'Tis great, watching the trusting Christian holding four aces.
I'm tasked by my dad, Albert Einstein, says, don't forget,
Trust nobody's quote that you read on the internet.
Ishmael was God's gift; why Abraham and Hagar?
The prophecy fulfilled that he'll be a great neighbor.
Individualism is like the fountain of youth,
Three things can't be hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Ice cream castles in the air, sand melting everywhere,
That's realistic, expecting without a prayer.
I cheer a wounding attack, and I think, well of them,
Though attacking me, shows I'm a publicity gem.
It's encouraging to be self-taught, ere all others,
That won't fill your mind with the beliefs of your brothers.
I like to know all there is of new friends and new trends,
Though I can't recall a single thing of my old friends.
I don't want to hear anything from you anyway,
Though I'll fight to my death for your right to have your say.
It's said, Disney liked the bright side of life, old master,
That in fact, no one lives happily ever after.
I turn disasters into an opportunity.
The people fear, and there's financial disunity.
It's always a good thing to want to be somebody,
Think it's best to be specific, not anybody.
I'm keeping properties and respect ordered review,
The passions of the more, prejudices of the few.
I think of love, mercy, and kindness and prove myself,
Thanks for our care and for our God, our true Higher Self.
I would like to be a friend of every working man,
That is what I like to have a friend, just rather than.
It is simple, just dot your "i"s and write a question.
Then end it by crossing your "t"s with a solution.
2022 August 13
They say there's a first time for everything
My first time ever feeling the unsettling effects of an earthquake
Albeit, it was ONLY 5.8 on the Richter Scale
It happened during our holiday in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
We were roughly 60 km from the epicentre
But still found it a little unsettling to say the least
The locals didn't even break a sweat
They experience on average 150 of them a year
However there was definitely some rocking 'n rolling going on
At first I thought it was one of those people movers going by
Transporting folks around the resort
Then realized... YIKES!
That was a FREAKING EARTHQUAKE!!!
All's well that ends well
And I'm still alive to tell my tale!
Great place to vacation but you wouldn't wanna live there!