Long Storms Poems
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Jupiter hurls his bolt but does not strike!
I love the rumbling boom of it!
Flashing bright lights ignite the sky!
Tree branches shake and have a fit!
I love the rumbling jolt of it!
The thunder rolls and wind blows my way!
I fear the crashing lightning might hit!
But bumbling storms won't jolt today!
The thunder rolls and wind blows my way!
Banging sounds ring loud like music!
Cacophony rules the sky's display!
Thunderous sounds of a mystic!
Those echoes ring loud like music!
Flashing bright lights ignite the sky!
Clamoring strikes must deride it!
Jupiter hurls his bolt but does not strike!
O, Rome, so fair!
Jupiter hurls his bolt but does not strike!
I love the rumbling boom of it!
Flashing bright lights ignite the sky!
Tree branches shake and have a fit!
I love the rumbling look of it!
The thunder rolls and wind blows my way!
I fear crashing lightning might hit!
But bumbling storms won't hit today!
The thunder rolls and wind blows away!
Banging sounds ring loud like music!
Cacophony rules the sky while it plays!
Thunderous sounds of a mystic!
Those echoes ring loud like music!
Flashing bright lights ignite the sky!
Clamoring strikes must deride it;
But Jupiter hurls his bolt and does not strike!
Wind, thunder, rain, lightning!
O, blowing winds with the flow
Streaks of light; all are Jupiter's show!
O Captain! my Captain!
In the face of darkness and despair,
I stand tall with unwavering might.
With courage and strength, I declare,
I fear no hardship, no fright.
Through the storms of life, I stride,
With a heart filled with determination.
No matter what may betide,
I am the master of my creation.
The horrors that may come my way,
These are but challenges for me to overcome.
I embrace them without dismay,
For I am the chosen one.
With every step, I grow stronger,
Defying the odds, I rise above.
In the face of adversity, I conquer,
With the power of unwavering love.
So fear not, my friend, the trials ahead,
For I am here, a beacon of light.
With courage and strength, I tread,
Guided by my inner might.
O Captain! my Captain!
I am the embodiment of resilience.
With unwavering determination, I reckon,
I am the master of my existence.
My love is what love is to me!
Placing his hand on the small of my back,
wishing me through the door first,
no, that is not what love means to me!
Buying me flowers or writing me a sonnet,
blah, could that be any more cliched,
no, that is not what love is!
Love is waking up on a weekend morn,
Coffee steaming in front of my eyes,
He got up first to prepare my drink,
that is what love is to me!
He collected the kids without giving it a second thought,
though his day is hectic and he really cannot spare the time,
that is love for me and I am thrilled he is mine!
Wine in the moonlight, that is for romantics,
Cruises on the Med, for the sea lovers,
my love laughs with me and cries in front of me without shame,
talking about nothing sometimes late into the night
and other times talking seriously,
that is what love is for me!
Love for me, is the man going grey with me and enjoying the ride,
it is meandering this crazy world holding tightly to my hand.
Being always my one and only, my man.
He has stayed when he had every reason to go,
He has cried with me as we have watched our children grow,
He made a promise and stuck to his vow
and though the storms they came and limits they were reached,
the vow he made, his commitment, his choice to stay.
He's love it was that saved the day.
Romance is important, flowers are too,
but his rugged, messy, crazy love is all I need
and makes him, what love is for me
Form:
Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.
Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
Tiny lines on paper
Dots and swirls
Starts and stops
Yet they can make us laugh
And sometimes cry
They can overwhelm us
And sooth us
We can feel them before we realize
What we are feeling
Before words we had sunsets and rainbows
Twilight and hurricanes
Storms and lightning
To do these feeling dances to our hearts
Now we have lines on paper
Mastered by some
To entice, enrage, educate, or thrill
Feelings popping off a page or out of an I-pad
In the simplest forms of squiggles, dots, and lines.
Creativity conveyed in simple tiny strokes
Sometimes as powerful as a Tsunami
Feeling words.
Loving words.
Sad words.
Words.
Facing the crowd where you stand alone
gleaming and making a history of your name.
As people’s whispers turn to noise shouting
priceless admiration of your fame.
All eyes are grinning watching at you.
Must be a masterpiece that I always want to do.
Then you sit on a rainbow couch speaking
the depth of color of your feat
It was a wonderful story that keeps
us kick on our bare feet.
The smiling approbation of mob infects
everybody’s mood swings,
As they start to ask how your story
of success made its first wing.
Every word coming from a gift of gab
making a magic that blows people’s minds.
Everything is worthwhile.
Will always live in everyone’s mind.
As I watch you grow from the day
when we live with the innocence of youth
Till finally getting the role of being a star
Realize that your triumph takes you so far.
The scars in your eyes were hunger
of your yesterday’s ultimate dream.
I am proud that I’m part of that journey
Sailing with storms at seas and
walking amidst of undying sting under the sun.
It was all worth seeing you grow
From nobody to someone.
Making all your dreams do come true.
Become a portal of blessings,
Let goodness overflow through you,
Regroup and strengthen your soul,
And press on to see it all through.
Don't lose the joy in life,
Even amidst pressure and strife,
Look beyond defeat and move ahead,
Let your inner person shine instead.
Wipe the sweat off your brow,
In the face of storms and tests,
Flourish even in captivity,
Let the Spirit of Truth rise and manifest.
Step out of old thought patterns,
Embrace the new life-giving start,
Step into the marvelous future,
Designed by Divine Hands.
Partner with angels by your side,
And watch your life truly transform,
Rest in peace and prosperity,
An eye of blessings in the storm.
Don't "dis" an old person for complaining of what ails them, for taking too much time or when toilet paper trails them. Don't "dis" an old person when their fingers are sticky from eating too much chocolate or when their breath is icky. Don't "dis" an old person for the way they dress, it may not be in season but their doing their best.Don't "dis" an old person for finishing your sentences, or always cutting corners to curb their expenses. Don't "dis" an old person. Please try not to offend, for they'll wallow in that memory and not accept amends. Don't "dis" an old person when their stuck in the past. They have a limited future and they know their days won't last. Don't "dis" an old person when their memories incorrect. They've weathered many of life's storms, so show them your respect. Don't "dis" an old person for perhaps some day soon, you will be that old person and will sing a different tune.
Death shall bring loves
Life shall also too
I felt compelled to sniff the likes
Around the air, so cool
Eagerly I looked for the tenderness of you
Deep into that darkness kissing
What could there be more purely missing?
To warn me about the liking true
only this and a true friendship spiking
while I pondered, pushier and striking
LOVE
I have dreamed of the fancies
the laud blamelessness appreciating
Waiting, with my waiting
all my soul within me accumulating
Back into my memories desiring
all my soul within me stating
deep into that darkness worshiping
and its eyes have all the entreating
LOVE
Back into my memories straggling
And the loved one never bracing
The storms came misplacing
I felt compelled to sniff the feelings
Deep into that darkness daring
And the rubbing was declaring
The warier welcome whispering
Through which came chatting, chatting, chatting
I remember I was obtaining…
LOVE
7/2/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019