Long Natural disasters Poems
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whenever a young woman wants to abort an unwanted pregnancy
she get a lot of grief
yet, when young men and woman are deployed to fight
on foreign land and lose their lives
how is that okay?
Is It just a coincidence that just about every time the United States
becomes embroiled in war, a Republican is in the office of president
and how Is It possible for known terrorist groups
like the Aryan Nation, Al-Queda, or the Bloods to purchase
large quantities of guns without the ATF being aware of It
how is that okay?
how Is It that the entire world was oblivious to the genocide
occurring in Ruwanda and Sierra Leone
yet the United Nations ran over to Hertzakovia-Slovenia
at the first sign of trouble
how is that okay?
how Is It that the United States was halfway around the world
in Indonesia within 5 days after the tsunami
with food, clothing and recovery
yet here on United States soil it took over 10 days to get any
relief to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina
how is that okay?
where is the social responsibility?
where is the simple humanity?
where is the equality?
It's time for the people to take a stance today
and then maybe one day it will be okay
Some people like to live on the edge or hang on a ledge. Not me.
I'm just Daniel, a trailblazer forging ahead, making a pathway for others.
In the process, I have no shortest of respect for God's great creation.
I set foot on a wilderness from the warm Atlantic to the cold Pacific,
and spent a lifetime trapping, fishing, hunting, and heading wagon trains.
Earthquake Susan's quiet and sleepy today, not likely to quake, shake, or tremor. Volcano Sam has started emitting smoke, but maybe he won't blow his top today. Unlike a Hurricane Helen roaring across the Caribean on a course with measurable data, Sam's under a lot of pressure and he's always filled with suspense and unpredictabilities.
In mid-winter when it's quiet with lots of snow, I can hear Sam's pleads as he hopes people will pay more attention and not take him for granted. Like a youngster filled with rebellion and rage because of 'he knows not what', that volcano just ahead named Sam cannot control the massive 'buildup of fire' going on inside of him.
But I have been listening, watching, and studying his history for years, and if I have learned anything about my proper relationship with Sam, it's that I keep my distance and pay attention, being ready at all times to flee this entire mountain area.
12262018PoSoupContest, Sleeping Volcano, Eve Roper; 2P
Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.
It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit,
exposing the frozen side of the sun.
No longer does our planet experience the warmth of its radiation,
nor the glow of its solar flares.
Within a fraction of a second, humanity was plunged into an everlasting night.
Temperatures plummeted; mass hysteria was at its peak.
Crops perished within hours to days,
as the new icy tundra eclipsed once-thriving farmlands.
The birth of a perpetual Ice Age was at hand.
Power grids crystallized and snapped.
Cities crumbled; small towns were blotted out,
disappearing off the map, never to be seen again.
Death's gelid hand spared but a few souls—
holed up in a scientific research bunker in the Arctic.
We are but the unlucky few who get to “live” in this glacial purgatory,
wandering aimlessly forevermore.
IT'S NOT THE FLU MY DYING FRIEND.
IT'S NANO TECHNOLOGY RESIDING WITH IN.
LET ME HELP YOU UNDERSTAND,
POPULOUS CONTROL OF MODERN MAN.
THE THOUGHTS OF GOVERNMENT,
WE ARE JUST SHEEPLE.
WITH NANO TECHNOLOGY,
THEY CONTROL ALL THE PEOPLE.
IF YOU DARE RAISE YOUR FIST,
YOUR YOUR NAME IS ADDED TO A GOVERNMENT LIST.
TODAY THEY CALL IT A FEMA CAMP.
A BETTER WAY TO KNOW WHERE YOUR'E AT.
THEY USE THE DRONES TO PATROL THE SKIES.
TYPE IN YOUR SOCIAL AND SOON YOU DIE.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE UNLESS YOU LIVE UNDERGROUND.
YOU LIVE LIKE A MOLE TILL THE DAY YOU ARE FOUND.
THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE, THAT YOU SHOULD KNOW.
THIS ALL STARTED LONG AGO.
WE WERE DEALT THIS DEADLY BLOW,
WHEN WE MADE CONTACT WITH UFO'S
Fleeting rainstorms arouse a scent of natural
redolence.
Lightning reminds us of its power,
Thunder cracks our ears in remembrance of scary
childhood sounds
And emotions run as deep as the crack of a
tsunami.
We are carried along, swiftly raised,
As if by tidal wave and lowered. . .
Then taken again, as if by whirlwind,
To higher heights! Only to be returned
By the swirls of an eddy!
Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes, all,
Thrash water upon the shores
To remind me of your passage
Through these encompassing limbs!
Let the Rain Fall Down
Let the Rain Fall Down
Let the rain fall down
Wash the pain of the abused
Let their hearts be healed
And break their handcuffs loose
Let the rain fall down
And feed the dying soil
Fill the starving mouth
With precious grains of joy
Let the rain fall down
And drown the sinful mind
Set their senses free
For in gold they've gone blind
Let the rain fall down
And let the flood rage in
Let the waves expose
What the world has hid.
Let the rain fall down
In this giant sphere of dirt
For there's more hell on earth
Than in hell itself.
Let the rain fall down
And let us know You're King
Let us feel Your pow'r
And the salvation You bring
Wear a rainbow
and not a cloak nor helmet --
let God's Light in~ permeate
one's being from head to toes
God is no Separatist!
His favorites
those who love
unconditionally --
He prefers neither stature
nor color, man's own
created tints and measures --
We make our worlds
in ways unimaginable
Evil are our own footsteps
and thoughts, for we choose
direction and capacity, that
which our hearts hold dear
or discard
all natural disasters
physical fallacies
are, in fact, quakes of the human
soul in spiritual turmoil
let our nature be free from
sin -- free from the politics
of fear....
Know your power
know that we are heirs
of The Most High --
We will love or perish
by weapons of our own
ill conceived alternatives
not for the will nor by
the Hand of God --
In the calm of evening's hush, a storm descends,
Electric charge in the air, a dance of shadows blend.
As I place my dinner in the microwave's gentle hum,
A flicker, a spark, and darkness comes.
The lights go out, a sudden shroud of night, Inconvenience strikes, a fleeting blight.
In this temporary loss of light,
A moment to pause, to reflect, to sit tight.
Amidst the silence, a chaos storm unfurls,
Nature's fury unleashed, the power of the world.
As I wait, in stillness and in darkness,
I find a different kind of calm.
For in this darkness, a quietude is found,
A reminder of the fragility that surrounds.
The simple act of microwaving my meal,
Now a dance with nature's hidden appeal.
So as the storm rages, and the lights remain out,
I find solace under candle light, a peaceful hum so I write.
A poetry of inconveniences, a lesson to heed,
In moments of disruption, there's still beauty to feed.
Against all odds, we humans have survived
All the wars, natural disasters and incredibly...
OURSELVES
We are such a combative lot
It's a wonder that we are able to co-exist at all
Everybody wants to be King of the Mountain
But what's the purpose
Really, no one gets out of this life alive
So stop and think about that for a moment...
NO ONE
Gets out of this life alive!
Shouldn't that be a sign, a reason
To make the most of our lives while we're here
Rather than running amok killing our fellow humans
Destroying our manmade structures
I've lived a lot of years
Observed a boatload of childish behaviour
Exhibited by a bunch so called intelligent people
The world is just one big playground
CAN'T WE ALL JUST PLAY NICE?
I looked out of my window, disturbed from my sleep
I was startled when I saw water knee high deep
I saw troubled people get out of their rooms
In front of their faces there was nothing but gloom
Lurking in the hallways, were cries of the dying
I could hear nothing but the shouts of the living
There was no need to proclaim, "The ship is sinking!"
I could hear loud and clear that the waves were rushing.
As I walked through the freezing icy cold waters
My whole body's shaking, from my face to my nerves
When a ferocious wind blew, I shook and shivered
Thinking survival's the only thing that matters
The sweat of the people arouses in the air
With the smell of adrenalin, fear and despair
Some fought for their lives beyond the hopeless moment
Some gave up and accepted what was truly meant.