Long Hurricanes Poems
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The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. Whether caused by natural processes over time or due to the reckless greed of mankind matters little, but the bigger question is whether or not we can effect a change, or is it really inevitable that we are ecologically and realistically doomed to annihilation. For at least half to three-quarters of my life, the government and the popular media have given me endless scenarios of, not possible but most probable catastrophic outcomes barring some drastic altering of mankind's current way of life. The kind of climate change that they foresee engenders a wildly ballistic mentality of anticipated pain and lasting misery of yet unheard of proportions, and it has the feel of a movie whose director and producer are prepared for mad dashes to high hills, mountain tops, and cave dwelling as the borders of southern Oregan clear across the Rockies and northern states become mere icepacks and freezer zones. The entire state of California will break away along the High Sierras and slide into the Pacific. Massive earth quakes, tsunamis, ice caps, floods, mud slides, forest fires, massive power outages, regional droughts, tornadoes, and hurricanes will as if having a mind of their own form a treaty to create a perfect storm in the northern hemisphere. Like the wild animals of the jungle and beasts of the wilderness, mankind's only feat will be to survive in an environment where the reasoning and rationalizing ability have been exchanged for a chaotic world of anarchistic instinct. *It is said that the locust does not have a king, yet they travel in bands. I do not look forward to a time when the locust accomplishes more in a leaderless state than we humans will. We will not be unified but disconnected as we slowly drift into a planetary abyss after pounding each other into the dust from which we came. Need I say more about how long this distructive condition will last? I know. So much doom and gloom....but I have too much to declare.
06042017PSContest, The Bleaker The Better, Julia Ward; Proverbs30:27*, NA
The gentle Wind whispering through the trees
Tornados and cyclones expressing ; rage
Watch sailboats floating on the ocean breeze
While violent Hurricanes take centre stage
A gentle Rain in the early morning
Tsunami destroying all in its path
A monsoon starts without any warning
Hot water drawn for a relaxing bath
The gentle Fire Blazing in the wood stove
Keeping you warm on a cold winter’s night
The black ashes of a once luscious grove
The countryside glows, a hellish red light
The gentle Earth yielding all to mankind
Mudslide cascading from the mountain tops
An Earthquake : death and destruction combined
Vegetable gardens have flourishing crops
The elements to sustain life
Also create momentous strife
Inspired by Barbara Gorelick's Contest "The Four Elements"
I have a great piece coming up. This isn’t it, I misplaced it,
but as soon as I find it, I’ll post it. This one is less-than-perfect.
The less-than-perfect summer felt like love.
There were some genuine moments of glamor
and a few new, intense, sense-memories to recall.
It wasn’t easy but we performed that magic called
holidaymaking - things in life don’t just happen.
Ok, some things just happen, like slips and falls,
heatwaves, hurricanes, accidents and aging,
but the good things, like love, and hotel bookings
usually require a little planning and effort.
On the beach there’s a sense of infinite space,
but it comes with its own kind of circumscription
You know, deep down, that it’s only summer,
and the paradise offered is slippery and temporary.
It’s the dark side of long holiday freedom, that
the discordant noises of fun soon fade, like tans.
Strips of perfect polaroid pix, will be stuck to my dorm room wall -
scenes that will act as talismans, tchotchke-like reminders of
overly straightened hair, sweet kisses and foolish shenanigans.
So, bring on the less-than-perfect hours of study,
I’ve done it before and I’m just about ready.
Bring on the weeks of less-than-perfect sleep,
It’s senior year, the experience should be unique.
Bring on the less-than-perfect social submission,
I’m a less-than-perfect girl on a less-than secret mission.
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Songs for this:
Don't Forget the Sun but The Explorers Club
Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man
The wide porch with
its green wicker furniture
looks out on the little park
that splits the street.
Great gnarled oak trees
stand guard over
the weathered benches
scattered here and there.
Veterans these oaks are,
many with amputated limbs
after untold years of
nor’easters and hurricanes,
but still standing tall.
A new generation of squirrels
plays tag up and down
the trunks and branches.
I pretend I am on my old porch
(just a few blocks away),
sitting on the blue and white
striped cushions of my glider,
looking out at the park
with its great oaks that
split that street in two.
Now I am a visitor; I refuse
to say I am a tourist.
I am still an islander,
though I now live far away.
Felt the cold wind
Shivered in fear
Debris beat me down
Sometimes so alone
Sometimes so cautioned
Sometimes so unsure
How does one fight through such strange winds of life
Hurricanes of rage
Ripe me down
Break my soul
Force me to my knees
But in those crosswinds of need
You are there guiding me on
A beacon of love
A glaring light draws me close
Sometimes I stray from your safe arms
Sometimes I feel I need to do it on my own
Your love is strong
Your heart is pure
I know all I need is a pray and a dream
You shall see me through
My warm blanket in the coldest winds of life yet to blow
With me through out
I thank god for you
Form:
Such a plethora weather
amongst all the people
things seem to be just getting better
timid thunderstorm rain typhoon season
let the Rain shine
with the rain shine
like the rain let it rain
Just Let the Rain shine
Just let the rain reign
don't worry
Weather The Storms God Got U in His Arms
Acid rain came
Reshape the mountains
and
tornadoes carved reshaped the trees
and the dew on the leaves on the garden B
saturated with nectar dream
such a plethora of bad weather
never you matter tornadic Adventures
placement window winds on the shell
No one's mad but the Devil Himself
upon the Hurricanes arrival
I look up and see that I'm a survivor
for to God has nature in his hands
and HE shall save the victim's the innocent and all his Lambs
don't worryWeather The Storms God Got U in His Arms
9/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
Nature’s most fearsome orchestration
of sights, sounds and terrific movements
can feel like the very air we breathe
is being turned against us
as it manifests itself
in many forms of storms.
When earth becomes ungrounded,
it quakes inside its ancient bones,
filling souls with dread
as Mother Nature joins in,
birthing storm quakes
in large bodies of water.
As water fills earth’s veins,
it’s as if the planet bleeds from oceanic wounds,
which tumble over anything and anyone
standing in Mother Nature’s path,
showing those wounds as tsunamis.
Under certain conditions,
Mother Nature unleashes her fickle fury
as hurricanes that sweep over
coastal areas,
and in many other parts of the world,
tornadoes touch down just as unpredictably,
ravaging homes and entire cities,
whirling violently over the land -
claiming innocent lives in the wake
of great devastation.
Throughout all history,
Mother Nature, along with earth,
has exhibited her capricious disposition,
often at the most random of places and times.
Recently, however, humans have contributed
more and more to their own demise
as Mother Nature takes a deep breath
and then vehemently
exhales.
While the earth remains, seasons will not cease.
Ah, I felt her this morning when I walked out the door.
Officially, she was due in September, but she's running a bit late.
Considering all the problems of 2020, I can't say that I blame her.
There are record-breaking hurricanes in the gulf; record-breaking
fires in the west, and politicians fighting like ragging rams for territory.
Autumn has wanted to return, but perhaps she's not so sure of herself.
Anyway, the coolness was blunt and bold, greeting me with open arms.
It appears that Summer really just might be gone, and Fall has arrived.
The haze from the smoke has lessened, and it's looking and feeling like Fall.
Presently, there's very little if any wind, and temperatures are way down,
but the weatherman indicated that the chances for rain in the valley have faded. Considering all we've been through; we'll take the best that Autumn has to offer us now.
100820PS
Hello Summer.
It's the end of May; so we all know that you are coming soon.
Perhaps someone forgot to tell you, "It's not June".
I felt your presence up close and personal this week.
In my neck of the woods, we had a very good Spring,
and I get the feeling that you want to make a splashing
arrival. I say that because yesterday it was 100 plus degrees.
Well, I beg of you to take your time, and I hope that you do not
generate too many wildfires this year. Also, would you please be
gentle with the hurricanes? With regards to The Coronavirus, we
should hope that you heat up the atmosphere enough to burn that
virus up and eradicate it from the planet. Coronavirus has been very unkind,
leaving death and destruction and totally upsetting the economies of
the entire world. I feel certain that God will use you to bring renewal
and restoration. I'm sure that you will hear the voice of God and do your
best to accommodate the prayers and wishes of our traumatized world.
Thanking you in advance. Goodbye Summer.
052920PS
Winters are growing colder,
Global warming is a threat,
Polar icecaps are melting,
Causing scientists to fret.
Hurricanes and earthquakes,
Tornadoes, floods and fires,
These disasters are more frequent,
Every year becomes more dire.
The economy is broken,
Accusations are being flung,
Corruption is running rampant,
And the trouble's just begun.
Jobs are being downsized,
Budgets are being slashed.
The hungry and the homeless
Are increasing mighty fast.
There are wars in many nations,
World peace an elusive dream.
All the hatred and the violence,
Is enough to make you scream.
People hating people,
For the color of their skin.
Others killed and tortured,
For the faith they have within.
Chat rooms on the Internet,
Are luring children into harm.
The sex and violence on TV,
Should signal an alarm.
Gangs and drive-by shootings,
Drugs and prostitution,
Isn't it time we cried "ENOUGH"!
Isn't it time for a solution?
The Bible has the answers,
For what we need to do,
To stop this devastation ,
Our world is going through.
God's Word tells us that there is hope,
If we'll turn to Him and pray.
But first we must forsake our sin,
And repent without delay!
And if we truly turn away,
From the wickedness we've sown,
God will hear and answer us,
And mercy will be shown.
He'll forgive us for our many sins,
He'll heal and restore our land.
Once again He'll be our God,
And in His love we'll stand.
O God from whom all blessings flow,
Have mercy on us we pray.
Deliver us from the enemy's hand.
Lead us in Your righteous way.