Long Hurricane Poems
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Nothing hurts more
than the blunted arrow
the grazing punch,
the half-slur.
Insinuation
from a sibilant slander
whispered to a sleeping cat
haunts many ears.
She was a woman dammed to be
a love for me. My curse
was to desire her.
We were a cage-fight for passions
yet in the end
no one was hailed a winner,
we limped away
damaged by near misses.
Nothing stings
as much as a sharp pen
made to snap and scratch
upon a blank page.
People will read,
peer between lines
that are not there.
Swear they knew all a long
we were flailing beneath
a hurricane that had no eye
and a storm that had no teeth.
Before his scars
Before his umbilical unsevered
Before the hurricane season
Papa made me proud.
Mama once spoke of comforts
His hands spinned
He and mother were in love
She lend me her mahogany gift
He carved smooth for her,
Papa made me proud.
I loved him in spite of nine fingers
One was severed on his job
I loved him even as he lingered long
I loved him though his presence was cut short,
Papa made me proud.
I watched him dig holes for renewal
I heard him strain, I heard his sighs; our house stood firm
I felt his energy, his passion for family,
Papa made me proud.
He rarely complained as he worked
He worked, and loved, and cried, and drank
He was drenched; spoiled, in Granny's love, yet,
Papa made me proud.
I can only imagine
He would trace many course for healing.
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A sense a smell a vision,
Caught on my mind
Trapped in my skin, and it wants more
Craving to touch kiss and embrace
Magnetic attraction to your lips,
I want more need more crave for more.
Im falling deeply madly in your storms of emotions. And you:
You Lift me up like a helpless leaf in a hurricane, but I'm not afraid.
You are an adventure, exciting adventure ,my hands want to explore.
my touch to your body is smooth , hot like lava wandering up and down your volcanic body.
And I'm waiting for this explosion.
This soul shaking mind taking explosion
I hope you sense it
I hope you feel it
I'm burning burning for you u
I’m young and wild standing in the middle of this field.
Blowing winds like hurricane strength can’t take me down.
In this town, I’m young and wild.
Running wild through this town.
Shirtless and wearing my blue jeans.
Stopping to say hello to my future love.
Standing there in front of the store, her reflection so beautiful with her hair softly blowing in the wind.
Her smile, twinkle eyes staring back at me.
Running wild through this town.
Remembering all these great times sitting next to my love.
Holding her hand under the blue moon tonight
Softly walking through this town now.
Taking her to that storefront, were I fell for her.
Kissing her so softly.
Like life never stopped from that day.
Her beauty remains the same as that day, I was young and wild running through this town.
Young and wild running through this town.
E'er so oft the presence of breeze displays,
Through fluttering leaves of trees and branch sways,
A course, whereto, not set by the seasons,
'Tis the calm fore the storm being its reasons.
Days fore this, unbearable sweltering,
Heat intensity, felt so blistering,
'Twas shirtless men and loosely topped women,
It hit every locale, all was smitten.
In the distance, churning and swirling viewed,
Soon the dark immense will come as a brood,
And the present felt ease will become strong,
Set into motion that is not far long.
Unrelentless winds, and rising surges,
Rains, floods, and lightning, as the storm purges.
Date: 06/26/2019
The puppet masters plot and weave, when first they practice to deceive
From Bush to Bush the fire spreads, a wildfire born from the Great Beasts bed
Intent, creates a new Zeitgeist to spawn a child, an anti-Christ
The seed’s been sown in Satans name the purpose clear, to God defame
No deeds revealed in tabloid papers Kept hidden their iniquitous capers
They mock our angst with rabid glee and crown it, a conspiracy
A sick exposure of the fact, success repeats the Patriot Act
Cruel fate awaits a Christian race the journey’s set at the Devils pace
From Hitlers hands their fortunes fed, a Rotten Apple, spiders threads
A Presidency on the cards their chorus rings from Satans bards
Twin Towers fall to Evils gain, Nostradame marks an old quatrain
Noahide Laws infused in society, Bush’s claim to the Devils piety
The terror laid at Americas shore, Homeland Security at its core
Involve our sons in fore-planned wars fuel Bankers interests near and far
To reign with iniquitous intent, the rule of money, purity bent
A system born to grease the palms, of those who seek the Devils alms
Indigenous inequality, why share what they can take
The Devils hands laid idle, write the rules for them to make
They form their words in whispers, they speak with a forked tongue
The parchment fresh, the quill’s been bled, the trap it has been sprung
Your liberty’s been stolen, a subtly sanctioned sin
There is no war on terror, the terror lies within
No longer called a prisoner, Genevas cause is lost to law
Detainees they’ll term us to be a welcomed lawyers flaw
Witnessed by a vanquished people, an American constitution
Set forth in pious reverence, genocide its resolution
Rockefeller spilt the beans a farcical invention
RFID for you and me their ultimate intention
Not for the good of those concerned,
Though pay you will, you’re chaff to burn
A single cause a twisted communion
Creates a North American Union
Though history repeats itself, its Trump card clearly dealt
The final thrust, centurions spear exposed, our innards felt
A thunderous cloud, the storms approach, the hurricane it howls
Gods hand outstretched, His children freed, as Satan sadly scowls!
there's this great spiritual song and it makes mention
that whatever God has for you it's His divine intention
today we're in the best of times and we're also in the worst
people today no longer seem to put the desires of God first
when we crossed over the Red Sea it was to escape from our past
we crossed over from captivity and the old ways at last
and when we crossed over the Jordan River it was towards a God-given destiny
when we crossed over the Jordan River it was to claim a God-given victory
whatever God has in mind for you nothing and no one can ever stop
whatever He has in store for you nothing and no one can ever top
it is what it is no matter what man has to say
it is what it is for God will always have His way
I once drove through a hurricane and my four hour trip became twice as long
and when I finally reached my destination at the hotel something was wrong
the hotel had over-booked and my family gave me such a look
but I did not panic for I knew that God was in charge
the staff found us another room and it was twice as large
I kept my faith, I stayed the course and trusted in the Lord
and the God I serve came through for me with a suite I could never afford
they told me that I would only have to pay my reserved room's price
and then threw in a free meal and also gave us an extra night
what God has planned for you nothing in this world can ever halt
no hurricane, no over-booked hotel even when it's not your fault
obedient in your behavior by doing what God tells you to do
to be in place for the blessing that God has in store for you
even if it means to move out of your comfort zone and pack up all your possessions
in preparation for that journey that the Lord God's been stressing
so soar like an eagle always looking ahead
to leave the old behind and by the Spirit to be led
learning from the past and never forgetting the yesterdays
looking towards tomorrow but to live by the Word of God today
to getting what God has for you just listen and follow His commands
stay the course, keep the faith and place all in His hands
I
The depth of steep, hellish ascent
darkness abides, the peak obscene.
cliffhanger of sweat, the creature bent
attempting to climb, make a dent.
No wind brushes away the hair in her eyes.
She recalls nothing of birdsong or sunrise.
A hunchback of time, minutes pass slowly.
Diamonds glitter, the sun beats boldly.
Like a desert walk the road is parched.
With a sting of bumblebees she marched.
II
Delightful descent of diamondiferous slide.
Easy-peasy pleasant, air-conditioned ride.
Beautiful petals of friends, flutter of wings,
a moon full of stars, the universe sings.
Bare feet, toes polished bright pinks and reds.
Canopied four-posters, wide open beds.
Trees with jade and ruby candies, sweet
to the tongue, as she tells of her wild treat
life, retreat with angel feathers, falling
for her many handsome men, wailing
on her silken sheets as she says so long
to the coddlesome place she knows she belongs.
III
Suddenly the slide falls out, the flames shoot up.
She drinks the potent blood from her chalice cup.
As her fear and anger explode, the fire grows hotter.
The ground like a hurricane ship, teeter-totters. Sinks.
IV
Her twin stands tall, as a snowy white sail;
blue skies, the eyes of God, she hails.
All torment wiped from her brow, she’s strong
She climbed upwards by the narrow way.
V
Don’t take the easy ride. It’s a bottomless pit.
Fly to heights of eagles wings - the depth of eternal lift.
3/13/2021
Today captured souls sail on a Titanic-like ship
over a new Middle Passage journey on a turbulent sea,
whose waves undulate and froth with viciousness;
The captain and crew play ping-pong
with the chartered course—the crew often loosing—
abandoning ship or otherwise simply thrown overboard;
A strange manifest has this ship--shackled minds--
coral reefed like red mackerel packed in a tin;
Caught in a Bermuda Triangle-like whirlwind,
its destiny is beyond its strained confines
and its chaotic disorientation a vastness rivaling
the depth of the awe of a Grand Canyon;
As fate would have it, an unsecured ill-steered ship
is like a misguided nation in a political python sea,
hissing with trashing waves frothing with corruption:
both caught in off-course hurricane winds of change.
I saw the Elm trees
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike fireflies
Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain
The baptism of the wind
Revealing the resilience of the trees
When the hope of spring has been quietly arriving
A person's life is like four seasons
Cold and warm, prosperity and decline will always come
Resolutely facing the bitter rain and desolate wind
The God of Hope will meet you soon
The silhouette of sails sailing remotely away
Fearless of turbulent winds and waves sailing in
One can touch the dawn of the other shore
Any coldness calls only for your passion
Once cross the desert of winter
We shall meet the lush greenery of spring
In the warm spring breeze,
Raindrops are softly swaying
The delicate leaves are gently dancing
Only trees experienced wind and rain
They will be qualified to compare highness with the heaven
Only the sword light sharpened by adversity
Then can we create a rainbow in the sky
Only those who have experienced hardships
Then, it can depict the magnificence of life
And cultivate the beauty of life