Long Stormed Poems
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Aged man walks on the busy street
Beyond his ability to cross
Cane in hand, old friends he needs to meet
Delayed by rain, worried about loss
Earlier, he fell into a hole
Finding out he damaged his right leg
Good that he didn't hurt body whole
Heading to the market for an egg
In the dark of the night without light
Just then, he saw a mean dog and swayed
Knowing fully well the turn is tight
Lingering for a moment, dismayed
Managed to lose his footing on ground
Neck deep in marshy land off the road
On witnessing the scene the dog frowned
Prepared to attack but turned and slowed
Questions stormed the old man's fevered mind
Reminding him of his old weakness
Should he shout for help or wait to find
The dog's aggression or its meekness
Until the dog heard sounds of people
Viciously running towards the ditch
With clubs and sticks making it feeble
Xbox games came to mind was it dog, b tch?
Yet, whatever, it did not relent
Zeal is good, finally, it was bent
At last, he was saved from emboggment
But he never learned what was meant
mbfarookh
Someone serving life in prison
Some way, somehow gets the nod
To release him, like an order
From a despot or a god.
The same applies to lowlife thugs
Whose insurrection acts,
When they stormed the U.S. Capitol,
Were changed to lies from facts.
When power goes to someone’s head,
It’s like a weird disease
Where he violates the law
And justice drops down to its knees.
Half the country hates it,
While the other seems to hail
The release of felons who should be,
Most rightfully, in jail.
I guess it’s pretty obvious
In which half I belong.
These pardons reek of villainy
And are simply, flat-out wrong!
when she found her husband and boss had made
arrangments in her name she began to seek help
with her faith.
She knew that what was learn had to be taught
and under who's influence
was her husband.
She worstened her fear with thinking
her womanish nature made her husband fear the security
of their togetherness. She found out that the arrangments were
for a surprise Birthday party, on her Birthday: but know one
tmade arrangements to get her were she needed to be.
So she decided to talk to someone until the day arrived.
The day before her birthday her husband told her he was needed
somewhere else and he would be leaving. She played alone and kissed him goodbye.
Moments later her freind arrived at the door. She thought for sure
she was going somewhere to be surprised, she waited and waited and at the conversations end not one mention of anything dealing with going somewhere.
They fell asleep on the couch and in the morning she wished was wished "Happy Birthday" but still know mention of going anywhere or preparing to dress properly, sign to be ready. Well, breakfast , lunch and dinner caAME AND AT sEVEN O'CLOCK HER FREIND SAID sHE WAS GOING HOME, THEY HUGGED AND THE LADY LEFTED. tHEN BEING LONESOME SHE LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW, HER FREIND WAS WALKING TO HER GARAGE. sTRANGE, STRANGE, SHE SAID WHY IS THIS tWIT GOING TO THE GARARGE. tHEN SHE SAW THE CARS. "I KNEW THEN THEY WERE OUT THEIR AND i STORMED IN THEIR SEEKING MY SURPRISE. i ACTED LIKE i NEVER KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON UNTIL i SAW MY FAITH PARTNER THERE. sHE KISSED HER HUSBAND AND EXCEPTED HUMBLNESS TO THEIR CRAFTINESS. AND TOLD THE STORY TO ENTERTAIN THEIR KNOWING. THE ORCHASTRA SURPRISED HER. SHE LOVED THE SONGS AND FOUNDOUT HER FREINDS WANTED TO MARRY THERE TO SPEAK THEIR LOVE FOR HER. "WHO sANG cONCERTO"" TO THE SADDLEWOOD OIL SCENT SUPRISED HER. HER HUSBAND AND THE ORCHASTRA!wHO SANG cONCERTO"
I try to shut up for good.
Hanging on to the crumbled sheet,i roll
A messed-up head with muffled thoughts
Another Christmas carol..
Darn,I gotta stop
I Think to myself,twitch my nose a li'l
Talked of friends and food and sh!t
of passions hyperreal
To hell with the world and its ways,
Lies that form the rules
'Tears made up of liquid nitrogen
And smiles from highway blues'.
Stormed on love and sex;cigarettes
Words bold and shy
From dames that rock to drunken dudes
And pains that lips deny..
It occurred twice,thrice...don't know
Who cares anyway?!
'Beep' that silence the grudge beneath:
Deep rumours of the day
To live a life like the one i am
Is a pain in the ass for sure,
Songs i hate, movies i crave
Death,blood and gore..
Hell with the fact when we shoot out
The differences unfolding fast
From collared t-shirts to silly escapades
We damn and strip our past..
Romance it is,and it is not
For you its sh!t,i said
Bottled beer and barbie babes:
Fantasies, high and dead
With you,its free and deep and black
My selfish clarity
Stupid i am,to think its true
Stupid i am, to skip a boo
A new-age parody..
~~For my best mate K. and the best times we had, from the everyday convos to the pretended
silence ..best of luck,pal!...~~
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
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What will the rain say?
It falls the day your father goes to ground
and palls all hope he loved you anyway,
as it recalls the countless flaws he found.
What will the rain say?
That while it stormed your port had served her best
but when again it warmed, love sank away
like long forgotten treasure in her chest?
What will the rain say?
When you must keep it out to stay afloat
but drowning doubt seeps through your saddened bay
and leaks into your solitary boat?
What will the rain say?
When water pries your soaking seams undone,
then tries to rise above your head today?
Will you still cry for one last ray of sun?
And what will the rain say...
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Dear Todd,
Thank you for saving so many lives in
Washington , DC.
A true American, you!
It’s heroes exactly like you.
Who make me so proud of this land,
As I stand under the red, white and blue!
“Let’s Roll,” you told your team!
As your stormed the cockpit, full of our
enemies, a nightmare, not a dream.
The terrorists had to fight your scheme.
Those devils crashed it into Shanksville.
And thus, saved DC, it stands there still!
We do not understand your strength.
We fear being patriotic at any length.
We are not thankful for your deed.
The country forgot freedom is but a seed.
I pray this country is once again, whole.
Where we, like you, do the right thing,
And with your braveness and courage, say..
“ Let’s Roll!”
With thanks, from my red,white and blue heart!
Panagiota Romios,family and friends
9/11/2022
When Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus, crossed the Egyptian border, he thought they were safe from the danger they had fled from. But almost immediately, twelve gruff men with masks on rushed forward, grabbed him, and demanded to know what he thought he was doing here. Joseph, trying to shield his frightened wife and the crying baby from the gruff men, said he had only been trying to flee the deathly violence in his own country. The twelve gruff men told him that that didn't give him permission to enter Egypt and to go find safety somewhere else in his own country. After they had roughed Joseph up for having had the gall to cross the border unauthorized, they enlisted two knavish ne'er-do-well onlookers and promised them they would be rewarded handsomely if they escort these filthy aliens all the way back to where they had come from.
When they reached Bethlehem after a few days, the ne'er-do-wells made sure to take Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus all the way back to their house. There, the ne'er-do-wells deposited them with a stern warning never, ever to come back to Egypt. If they dared, their suffering would know no end.
As the ne'er-do-wells departed to go collect their reward, Joseph was beside himself. Bethlehem wasn't safe. They had to flee again, as fast as possible?baby Jesus could not be found here! But the sun had already set, and it wasn’t safe to go out, not with those ne'er-do-wells still so nearby. He’d have to wait till daybreak, then leave. But to where?
Joseph never had to decide. Before the sun arose, soldiers from King Herod's forces rammed his door down, stormed in, grabbed the baby, and killed him in front of his screaming parents’ eyes.
And that, as they say, would’ve changed history.
Spoke to a cloud today –
the usual conversation
about shape and size,
lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to go without pants, dance
on the beach ~ showing off
thighs, widening sockets
of older generational eyes – he
told me of clouds who gather and
threaten, causing ships to leap into
salty lather, sailors beware!
take battened-down care! – schools
of fishes diving to ocean depths
they share, with ancient vessels (and sewage),
a seafloor covered with sandy
coinage – a diver's delight; when
stormed into sight –
more subjects of our chatter
and debates, were those of tides
and tectonic plates; also of bony-splatter:
living shrapnel, from a well aimed cannon-ball
against a wooden hull, or artillery shell,
man's modern perpetuation, of that never
settling, always heartening seafarer's knell –
I went on to ask, if in all his travels, had
he ever seen anything truly divine?
Like an angel passing...or a saucer
flying...perhaps some mythical dragon
soaring, trying to lasso down a tasty
moon ~ bring him brightly closer,
doing some dragon flips, salivating
for cheesie fondue lips....
The door is open
Unable to pair,
cold hearts need repair,
by love’s healing balm,
ushering deep calm.
How may we begin,
to invite joy in,
if our fist is clenched
and heart not love drenched?
Love employs no force,
so what’s our recourse,
other than to wait
in stillness sedate?
Simply resting thought
we become self-taught.
Inner conflict ends;
our will to God bends.
Granting love consent,
we infuse intent,
as cry of our soul,
wishing to feel whole.
Once we are porous,
we feel heart’s torus,
as bliss mists pervade
love’s heavenly glade.
The path is direct;
cease cause and effect.
Do not weigh or size;
simply vaporise.
As we come undone,
our soul and love one,
with wafting bliss stormed,
our form is transformed.
There’s nothing to do,
save cleanse ego glue
by ceasing to feed
dark fears mind does breed.
Thus it’s up to us,
to board God’s love bus,
feeling that rapture,
mind cannot capture.
22-July-2022