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A Perfect Family Storm
A perfect storm is brewing, against my family seas
Calm waters now are tossing to and fro.
It started with a rumble; grey clouds formed overhead
No sure from which direction it will blow.
Strong waves roll in and lash the shore, wetting all the sand
Should I then dare dip toes into the sea?
The undercurrent grip is strong, weakening my stand
From both sides now I feel the pull on me.
I fear a lightning strike is near, its flash a telling sign
Hear rumbling of the thunder overhead.
Sky clouds are black, this canopy bearing heavy rain,
These threatening signs have filled my soul with dread.
My tears like rain are running free, streaming down my face
My heart-felt sobs keep rising in my chest.
The elements beyond control, this time may not abate
I know I must stand strong to pass this test.
Past storms have come and gone away, seas return to calm
Bright sunny skies bring warmth upon the ground.
This hurricane seen forming now, the tide is rising fast
The waves too deep, I fear my futures drowned.
I cannot stop the surging swell, or breakers rushing in
Against the rocks I feel my body thrown.
The fury of the lashing winds, whipping at my soul
Could forever change the peace that I have known?
However, there’s a turning point; I see the weather change
Calm waters, flow instead of rushing tide.
The wind and rain, no longer lash, the sky is clear and bright
Together, have my family by my side.
Sometimes the outcome of a storm, is subject to its force
Destructive winds may tear apart your home.
A rebuild then the only way, to make foundations strong
Replace the shifting sands this time with stone.
Christine 2021
They said they saw it tethered once..
A cloud upon a leash.
A swelling breath of silver threat..
Just straining for release.
It trembled like a caged-out roar..
A pulse beneath the sky.
The kind of force that hums before..
The world forgets it’s dry.
But storms don’t kneel to human hands..
They don’t obey or wait.
You cannot chain a spinning wrath..
Or bargain down its fate.
For deep within that coiling mass..
A hunger twists and grows.
A spiral born of thunderous clash..
Where only chaos knows.
The sky collapsed in charcoal sheets..
The wind began to scream.
A tornado gave a savage howl..
Light pierced the vast unseen.
It tore through fields like sharpened teeth..
Ripped roots from sacred ground.
A beast unbound, it hunts beneath..
No mercy to be found.
Roofs were lifted like they weighed..
No more than a feather flies.
Homes unstitched and flung away..
To dance in broken skies.
The roads were scars, the trees were bones..
The earth itself laid bare.
And every scream was swallowed whole..
By fury in the air.
It spun with wild, unholy grace..
A god that would not yield.
A ruthless hand with no soft place..
No conscience left concealed.
A perfect storm of heat and cold..
Of pressure torn apart.
Where nature’s breath turns fierce and bold..
And rips the human heart.
They called it "weather" nothing more..
A system passing through.
But stood too close, and you’d have sworn..
It stared right back at you..
Alive with rage, with ancient might.
A force we can’t appease..
No leash can hold that violent flight..
No hand can calm the breeze.
So let them speak of skies as tame..
Of forecasts neatly drawn.
But storms don’t answer to a name..
Just pure in fury's form.
For when the clouds begin to twist..
And silence starts to cease.
You’ll learn the truth none can resist..
No cloud was on a leash.
He rode her with a passion his tiller held high
He commanded her, but; never once did own
Calms her ardent waters; passions as subside
Giving respect, allows her to share his throne
He commanded her, but; never once did own
Forced within her; his very own perfect storm
Giving respect, allows her to share his throne
By willingness, then acceptance did transform
Forced within her; his very own perfect storm
Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs
By willingness, then acceptance did transform
As into calmer waters, her riled passion heads
Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs
Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead
As into calmer waters her riled passion heads
He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed
Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead
He was never, going to be browbeaten by she
He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed
Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea
He was never going to be browbeaten by she
Calms her ardent waters, passions as subside
Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea
He rode her with a passion, his tiller held high
Beneath kohl sky, the war of words rattles
As fierce lightning of his voice, my thunderous replies
Pour a lethal elixir, its venom malignant
Demanding a power struggle between forces,
On one tearing night which assaults the senses:
How whipping air deepens a rugged course
Where darkness gathers heightened energy;
Vicious as the gnaws of a charged torrent.
I saunter out to clear an overcast mind,
Breathing in the rain, the moist vapor
While my fingers raise high in soulful appeal
Until a dot of a star enters into my body...
Gradually, the storm passes by, as if
Nothing on the byway stirs a gory hour;
That in pure clarity, I open the kitchen door
And maybe, through divine intervention,
He embraces me in the middle of his vulnerability.
Perfect Storm Contest ---for Craig Cornish
10/4/2017
i am holding on to a dream
farther than i have for seen
rolling over in my mind
spinning out of control
want to wake for this life
listening to the thoughts
the ones that i should of forgot
my heart open with your vicious knife
darkness covers the wounds
in a perfect storm of lies
in my dream everyone dies
but i am the one that is out of bounds
nothing in this realm of the dream
nothing in this nightmare
nothing in this life
can i bear ,awake shrug this sleep
for i can achieve all that is good
when i awake i will see the light
the light of the day
the day that will beckon me
The Swan
Feathers floating in the wind
Perform in slow motion,
Each drift into the shadows of yesterday
She is not me -- She is not you!
A theme, upon a morning crystal view.
She truly is the wind
She is like the sun
She is as beautiful as the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.
On this night,
-She sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Creating love, to the vows of life
She listens and counts the rhythm in the stars
She is a thief who stole every breath before
And Still---
She is the breeze
The tranquil sound, in every perfect pitch
The gleam in your eyes.
In you, she sees the ocean
Swims with open confidence
Together love holds on to every tide
Every feather kept dry and warm
- during the perfect storm -
Her wings ache with pain
That is why!
She is the essence of beauty and grace
She is the reason to smile
She is the flame
She is everything in your eyes.
Graceful feathers in the wind.
To dream the dreams of the awakened
She might just be me, she might just be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."
“Swans”
-the symbols of everlasting love-
~*~
Love’s tempestuous when everything
aligns, and so it was the day we met
on a sandy beach in the late spring -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
I knew you’d been swimming in the sea
when you sauntered past me dripping wet.
Something wild your glances brewed in me -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Good fortune! The beach had emptied fast
when you approached me before sunset.
My heart - crashing waves! There came at last
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Just we two, the beach, and twilight’s glow.
What passion was unleashed when I let
you kiss my lips! All those years ago -
a perfect storm I cannot forget.
Horses Ass
I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have gone by
And who did you finally turn out to be
Once your delusions of grandeur ran dry
Remember we held up in my house for days
Listening to the Dave Matthews band
You weren’t subtle in your arrogant displays
Keeping your sax always close at hand
As a musician, you thought you a maestro
As if bad jazz was a new art form
There was little about music that you didn’t know
Ready to teach but not willing to learn
As for my poetry if I jotted something down
You were quick to critique my form
With enough unsolicited advice to go around
Our relationship became a perfect storm
How can it be that I am missing you still?
Your analysis left me reeling and feeling bad
You always played all of your lovers for a fool
Living without you I ought to be glad
I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have quickly passed
Another great lover who once fell for me
Or just the same old horses ass
9-4-14
A storm is brewing, strong and proud,
a dense and heavy somber view,
like smoke-filled billows that enshroud
the splendor of earth's sky of blue.
With blankets of gray thunderheads
A storm is brewing, strong and proud;
and as the thick of darkness spreads
they roar their thunder clear and loud.
Neath sky of blue, the storm has plowed;
its eerie colors deeper grow.
A storm is brewing, strong and proud
as gusty winds begin to blow.
The deep, blue sky lies neath the quilt
of patchwork clouds of gray that shroud.
Now blacker still, its anger built;
A storm is brewing, strong and proud.
April 17, 2016
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Perfect Storm
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 10/06/2017
~4th Place~
Contest: Hurricanes
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Judged: 09/12/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: A Storm Is Brewing
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 05/15/201
Inhale
Imbibe
Breathe Deeply
Then Exhale
Leap Heart; Rejoice!
Ecstasy Unveil.
Eyes Swimming; Head Spinning
To a Perfect Storm--
All Five Senses Attuned.
Yes, Yes. Feel It
Cascading:
Torrents of
Heaven's
Rain.
March 04, 2018