Long Earthquake Poems
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There’s gas in them there seams
So the scientists seem to think
All they have to do to get it is
Dig the holes, then sink
Sink down hydraulic drills
Force under high pressure, mixture in the cracks
All the gas then seeps upwards
And that’s what they call the fracks
Fracking is new big business
They say fracking is here to stay
Blackpool had its tower
But has the tower had its day?
When they pressure shoot the mixture
And the ground does bang and shake
As the fracks travel through the ground
Does it cause a new earthquake?
Never mind the ghost ride
Or the mouse trap racing round
With a little bit of fracking
Will it all fall down?
No more Blackpool illuminations
No more trams or central pier
When the scientists start their fracking
Will the frackers shed a tear?
They say there are no earth tremors
It does not cause new cracks
In other words poor Blackpool
The scientists don’t give a frack…
Do the politicians listen?
Do they bother what people feel or think?
You only know where moneys involved
They will let the frackers sink
With a little fracking here
and a little fracking there
The gas it rises to the top,
do they catch it in the air?
As long as they are comfortable
and they themselves suffer no lack
One thing about the politicians is,
they never give a frack…
© GG 13/08/2013
Fracking is forcing under high pressure a mixture or water sand and chemicals into the ground fracturing rock to release its gas, everywhere they try it is seems to cause earth tremors, they say there is no definitive proof but do they care when money is involved.
Blackpool suffered two quakes causing them to stop the fracking for a while but they want to start again.o my question is once more 'Who gives a frack?
There is an old cemetery in my city full of legends,
and stories, one I find creepy is people being buried alive;
back in the day there were many buried prematurely,
according to tales, once there was an earthquake and caskets;
were discovered with scratch marks on the inside of the lids.
There were even stories of people waking up during embalming,
I guess the determination of death back then was questionable.
The fear was so real for the wealthy and paranoid,
they purchased "safety caskets" so just in case they could signal;
from the inside to the outside world by ringing a bell,
or raising a flag to say, I'm alive here six feet down, please hurry!
So the legend says.
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April 5, 2017
Narrative/"Buried Alive" Creepy Legend
Copyright Protected, ID 890129
Written for the contest, Urban Legends
Sponsor, Nayda Yvette Negron
1 Kings 19:11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake:
12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
God came down – not in the wind and rain
He came, not through the earthquake’s shaking
He came, not in a fire without light’s refrain
God came down – there would be not mistaking…
In a still, small voice – His presence was found
Not in the wind’s graceful rising, leaping, cavorting
Not in the earthquake with its threatening sound
Not in the fire, whose blaze left such harsh retorting
In a still, small voice – He sought the one He adored
Without elaborate grandeur, but with quiet relief
Without brisk winds or fires who’re so abhorred
Without illusions or pomp, He refreshed belief
In a still, small voice – His presence was uncovered
He came to offer His child a warmth and light
He came to give sweet peace seldom discovered
He came to extend hope – to give the blind sight
God came down to free the sinner from their chains
In His soft voice, He silenced the tears that dismayed
When all is said and done, His love is all that remains
With His still, small voice, He answered hearts who prayed
He wasn’t in the wind or the earthquake or the fire
He was in the voice who whispered life to the soul
He was in the song who carries the believer higher
He was in the wonder of love who will always console
I am
The red ripe apple of the sinful tree,
The honey suckle of the bumble bee.
The pink blushed rose Of the secret garden,
The stubborn spoilt lass,never in pardon.
The youngest daughter of the honeyed sun.
The castle dream girl in Sands Of fun.
The jealous lover of the crescent moon,
The blowing Wind in strong monsoon.
The first white swan in the silver lake,
The seizmic tremor of each earthquake.
The scarlet love bird on each window pane,
The falling tear drop of crystal rain.
The candle's flicker of each passionate flame,
The Mystery!mademoiselle,madam,or dame?
The Copper butterfly in each Serene Meadow,
The Sunday church girl in White snow's shadow.
The brown eyed maiden of deep blue Seas,
The pretty Woman of soft strawberries.
The old fashioned lady in sweet proposal,
The gold stringed harp in music's motion.
The colored Smile on rainbow's face,
The flamenco dancer covered in lace.
The little Mermaid in pirates'streams,
The wafting wave in glittered gleams.
The twinkling Star Of black silk skies,
The lanterne light Of fire flies.
The Cindirella in glass slippers,
The happy verse of each romance.
The grown up baby who easy cries
The grown up lady who easy smiles.
The wishing feather of a flying free dove,
The Veiled young lady in the 'Power Of love'.
Charma
Baiano is my charming Campanian town,
at the foot of the Paterno's mountain,
noble roman settlers came to build their villas,
but the barbarians and Spartacus ransacked it;
then other invaders: the Normans, the Hungarians,
the Swedish and Spaniards occupied it!
Baiano is an ancient town, not as widely famous
as many northern towns, but keeps up with the modern times;
come here in springtime, and see the season's enchantment:
sunflowers and lilies fields spread out in the misty distance...
as the orange and apple trees dress in green and wait
for the magical summer for that palatable fragrance!
In the soccer fields, kids play in the hot afternoons
while their parents watch them from colorful shades;
the elders sit in their comfortable plastic chairs,
napping under the shade of a casual oak tree,so tall,
planted by a student on Earth Day many summers ago...
and he proudly stands by it counting its living years!
O adorable town, left by me, for social reasons when
I was forced to flee and leave this youth undone,
with friends I hung out in the church's yard...
to kick that ball in the net, and become elated;
could I have gotten all that energy from the southern sun,
which has nothing to envy the colder northern one!
From the wide steps of the Gothic church with a sturdy door,
I raised those childish eyes and gazed at the beautiful facade,
and wondered what inspired the architect
to build such an immortal monument
so heavily damaged by the last earthquake,
but the Baianese people brought it to its previous splendor!
In my charming Campanian town without a stream,
there is a large square with oak trees on both sides,
and right in the middle the Fallen Soldiers' monument...
for the brave ones who went up north to fight the invaders;
and the blood they shed was for my freedom,
and these verses will be read by everyone in the land!
Neighbors and friends you have gotten older or passed away,
and all of you who are alive: lament with me its by-gone glory!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Please Answer Me
Whether it be tonight, today, or yesterday;
and tomorrow too, even if it brings sorrow,
you have my attention always.*
Whether asleep or awake,
daydreaming in the meadows,
or adrift upon a stormy lake;
you have my attention always.
Whether you be a door or a house without walls,
and only a floor; you have my
attention always.
I know your heart and have already
entered the tender frames of your mind,
because you have my attention always.
Words are so costly to me,
and the words that I speak are
more expensive than gold or silver,
more precious than rubies or diamonds.
But because you have my attention always,
love will find a way. Like an earthquake, I shall then awake and ascend from what seems like a deep and long sleep. And then the silence shall ascend
from the deep; and from the depths of my heart, my lips shall speak. 04132016 *An answer to, Love Finds Ways To Speak, by Mystic Rose. PS Contest,
Answer Me, by Mystic Rose
the end is not so close
but I'm still drowning
in all ponds of Mars
guilty and filthy
and walk down the alley
of sombre solstice
swearing at walls
after the heist gone wrong
now the everlasting
ambulance siren
echoes through
the tumbledown lands
through sullen skies
through every selfish mind
dancing at the balcony
without a handrail
is better than the eternal
junkyard romance
but time travel dreams
keep me awake
and asleep at the same time
drill time! pill time!
crucify your social image
even earthquake is more fun
talk to yourself
break window panes
but never buy a mirror
rather take it from the junkyard
and engrave your name on it
'cause someone has to
notice or break it
******((Army of love))******
beautiful mattress
hot and riled explosive gift
nature at her best
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***((Gone with the wind))***
the music
listen to the moaning wind
biting to the pain
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******((Over & Over))******
the rainbow
fingertips touch a few drops
kiss of dew
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*****((Midnight Cowgirl))*****
Texas scat, scat
puts it in, in the muddy hole
Cowgirls get it on
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*****((rattle my bones))*****
taste my sweet spot
touch it, feel it, make it move
the earthquake
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****((American Graffiti))******
their limbs trace,
breathing accelerates
pulse race, excessively
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*****((Spice or Slice))******
haikus cake for two
hope you enjoy more than one
leaving you arouse
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Sexy-U-Contest
I often feel like im drowing.
Everything pushes me down until I cant breathe.
I try to keep my head above water but I cant help it.
I sink.
I often feel like I am in the eye of a storm.
The storm of my thoughts.
Everything moves around me and I can almost feel it,
But no matter how hard I reach I cannot grasp it.
I often feel like I am in an earthquake.
There is no stable ground for me to stand on,
Every step i take is unknown,
And there is no safety or shelter.
But when I am with you that all goes away.
The water parts,
The storm clears,
The ground stops,
And for a moment everything is peaceful.
When I feel the warmth of your arms around me I feel at home.
Home is not a building with four walls,
Home is a feeling.
Home is warm.
Home is when you come inside from the cold with a cup of hot chocolate and a fuzzy blanket.
Home is safe.
Home is hiding under a blanket with a flashlight where no monsters can reach you.
I feel at home with you because when I am with you I can stop running.
I dont have to be in the constant chase in my mind.
When I am with you I can rest.
I dont need to stress or worry,
All I need to do is be there,
In that moment,
With you.
Every time you hold my hand the gun fire stops.
Every time you hug me the fire beneath me goes out.
Every time you kiss me I can feel the sun on my skin.
You are my home.
My safe, warm home.
When I am with you the water parts,
The storm clears,
The ground stops shaking,
And that,
Is from a writer in love.
Under the gloomy sky, anybody pass by
The overcast cloud hid the first light
Last night rain left the damp tan lawn
Bare trees remain in the dormant dawn
The wild doves unusually stay silent
The chickadees calmly leap on branch
While sparrows pick fresh buds on canes
Do they fear the earthquake shocks again?
On the walkway, the California quails stroll
They replace the morning student’s role
While boys and girls stay safe at home
With their family, tune in the news to roam
Follow up the Covid-19 pandemic numbers
The death tolls from the Earth’s corners
Or maybe it’s the end of our humankind?
Is there a process this virus can be confined?