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Premium Member Irma 9-9-2017

Irma 9/9/2017
By Franklin Price

Since my last inscription 
Irma's moved on quite a lot
Today's the day she's moving north
To show us what  she's got

She now is over Cuba
Deciding what to do
With her eye on lower Florida
She's coming after you

She's been to many islands
Destroyed them one and more
Hit them with her Cat 5 winds
Deaths  are moving towards a score

Soon she's departing Cuba 
Moving  up across the keys
To tear up lots of buildings
And blow down many trees

With winds around 150
she's a category 4
Hot water in the Florida Straits
May make her five once more

She has no feeling for you
If you're there, please hunker down
If you're ordered to evacuate 
You best get out of town

Don't risk your lives and families
By keeping them in place
Irma's out to get you
To destroy your home and base.

Things are not worth dying for
Not worth  the thought to stay
May not be here tomorrow
For not leaving home today

I pray for all Floridians
Who are waiting for the beast
We still don't know direction
She could be moving West or East
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Form: Rhyme


Hurricanes

All you do 
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb

Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel

Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance


You seek to 
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed

Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour

Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm

From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane

In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy

In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror

Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery

Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe


Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean

Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance

In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …

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Premium Member I Thought Irma Was Over

I Thought Irma Was Over
By Franklin Price
9/11/2017 – 5:26 PM

I thought Irma was over
When she turned right at the coast
To cross the width of Florida
With an eye I thought was toast

She  made it although wounded
Winds out four hundred miles
She kicked the ass of Jacksonville
And took away their smiles

She left and headed northward
Pounding Georgia's coast and Isles
The Okefenokee swamp 
Had hunkered down it's crocodiles

She then kept on to Charleston
Water surged in streets and ways
I'll not think she's gone again
Looks like thinking never pays

It would not surprise me
If she headed out to sea
And got her wits about her
And came back after me

I'd hunker down in Asheville
A very sheltered blue ridge town
I'm sure the mountains would not stop her
She'd scream right in and blow them down

I'm hoping she won't read this
And decide to come my way
I would much appreciate it
If she went  to sea today

Headed to where the water's cold
To take away her fuel
Looks like that's the only way
She will die and end this duel
Form: Rhyme

When All Is Quiet and Still

when all is quiet and still
i am at my calmest
i wish that i could enjoy the pleasure of your conversation
oh how i despise the end of certain eras
i still have the old bookmarks with all the happy faces

when all is quiet and still
i am at my calmest
i wish that i could enjoy the cheerfulness of your voice
oh how i wish i could be way more convincing
i still have the old practice tapes seat belt ignorant dummies like myself

when all is quiet and still
i am at my calmest
i wish that i could enjoy the rare pleasantness of your sincere personality
oh how i wish the timing was more biased and strategic
i still have all of the old cassette tapes with a particular irma thomas song that i always come running back to in modern times
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Nate Has His Eye On Me

Hurricane Harvey landed his punches to the left of me
Irma struck with fierce winds and rain; havoc on my right
I escaped the wrath of those hellions ~ now there's Nate.

Nate formed in an unusual area, not known for brutal storms,
but he's coming for a visit soon. I hope he doesn't stay around
very long.  I didn't invite him to my city, so he's being rude
by showing up this weekend and ruining everyone's plans.

I pray he's not as devastating as the evil two he follows,
but hurricanes do as they please.  Wham! Bam! What a mess...
putting us all under stress.

He'll huff and puff and try to blow my house down.
He seems to be in a hurry cuz he's moving with some speed.
I'll be glad to see the tail end of him.  A one-eyed cyclops, 
a meanie and a fiend, who'll probably rob me of my power.

If you don't see me around, you know where I can be found...
sweltering in New Orleans heat because Nate visited my town.

10/6/17
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Irma - a Review To Date

Irma – A Review to Date
By Franklin Price
9/9/2017

She started off of Africa
The place where she would form
The waters there compatible
For the Atlantic, more than warm

She would travel westward
Getting stronger as she went
God knew all about her 
From the devil she was sent
chorus
Th ocean fed the hurricane
Irma became her name
Winds went to 185
She no longer was a game

That wind speed set a record
The highest for the longest days
A score and fifteen days to last
A dangerous and crazy phase
chorus
The islands didn't slow her down
At least not from the first
She leveled there most everything
She was the very worst

Eventually she decreased speed
From a five down to a four
She's now down pounding Cuba
As she knocks on Florida's door
Chorus



Chorus
The weather men were quite confused
Did not know where she'd go
Maybe they should ask the Lord 
I'm sure that he would know
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member P S It's Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 10

P S ITS POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 10
 Many thanks to you selected poets;
 Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
 Each letters and each word; Reads so very dear and well; Joys of your souls cheers; Covenants of choice, reading your voice; Blessing peace be still; Please keep writing your skills; Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S. Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers


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•	Ilene Bauer                                 197, 264
•	Ingrid Lehman                            158
•	Irma Hole                                     50, 6
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•	James E. Tate                             460
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12/13/20 
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

Premium Member Cat Valentine

If I could be a cat, I wouldn't chase a mouse,
but if you put me out,
perhaps I'd choose to go and search about
for flowers I could snip with small white teeth
to carry home to you inside my mouth.
My mission then complete,
adoringly I'd greet you with a mew
and blooms strewn at your feet.
I think I might like that.

If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to eat
kitty stews in cans or livered meat.
I think instead I'd use my feline eyes to plead-
entreating you to feed me from your plate,
and then when you  had your fill,
perhaps you'd leave me ice cream
melted and unfinished from your bowl.
I wouldn't hesitate
to lick your fingers clean appreciatively.
Yes, I think I might like that.

If I could be a cat, I wouldn't want to sleep
alone and curled around some ball of yarn.
I'd leap onto your bed instead (I wouldn't make a peep)
and nestle in the cradle of your arm.
And if you reached to stroke my fur,
I'd place my paws upon your chest charmingly
and warmly start to purr.
If I could be a cat, I think I might like that.

(an oldie that I wanted to show again, and I add this little
Valentine Haiku on the bottom just for you, PD):

the trinity of
Linda, Irma, and PD. . . . 
get BIG hugs from ME
me
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Irma Sunday Morning

Irma Sunday Morning
By Franklin Price
9/10/2017

It's a beautiful Sunday morning
In this North Carolina place
Watching Irma on the TV
As She's continuing her race

Our niece from Florida's with us
Wise to evacuate
Arrived here just two days ago
Today would be too late

Our daughter's here on Face time
With her daughter and her spouse
The effects of Irma's not yet there
At her central Florida house

 Irma, the one eyed cyclops, 
Is watching Key West town
While she's huffing and she's puffing
To blow some buildings down

She's searching for the foolish
Who have stayed and hunkered down
I'm praying she won't find you
She's a demon, not a clown

She soon will leave this tourist key
Not there just standing by
If you're any place in Florida
I pray you'll not see her eye

Supposed to hug the west coast
Looking for a place to go
Around her eye are winds and rain
Larger than Florida you know

Don't go out and look around
As she further ventures forth
We don't know she won't wobble
As she continues heading north

Don't be dumb sand foolish
Hunker down and you won't see
Your body getting blown around
Like dumb reporters on TV
Form: Rhyme

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