Long Thunderstorm Poems
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We pride ourselves in rented existence,
gloating in the realm of time,
science and civilization sought the throne,
we explored the cosmos with tools
to unravel the universe in our frame,
we boast in this rags called flesh,
calling the Almighty to a contest .
we build our Babel from coast to coast
and named our delights of hay and stubble.
we heap our gold in the barn.
and others explore nuclear weapon in their dome,
Expending energies on dead elements.
We minor the major, and major the minor.
Among men are rebels,
with drawn sword against our maker.
we forgot the plagues of Egypt,
The water turned Blood,
The frogs,
The Lice,
The flies,
the pestilence of livestock,
the Boils,
The thunderstorm and the hail of fire,
The locust,
The darkness,
The death of first born.
This wind also affirmed our frailty.
Man! You are not in Charge.
The outdoor art fair’s housed in tents
Where photographs and oils
And watercolors wait for sales
So artists earn their spoils.
At first, the sun was out though the
Humidity was high,
As would-be customers and neighbors
Leisurely strolled by.
Admiring the art, we also
Found some artists who
Enjoyed discussing how they started
Doing what they do.
We didn’t make a purchase but
The art work did impress,
Yet later on the sky turned dark
And if I had to guess…
Those artists had to scramble,
Taking down each cool display,
‘Cause it seems like there’s a thunderstorm
That’s headed this-a-way.
Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees.
Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all bored, pale and blue in the fall
Almost seems to sigh drily, wryly
Looks dull and drab
except for the windy breeze.
And this very mother nature
in full-blown winter
gives all the cold shoulder
Reveals her cold-hearted side
Could'st turn into a cold-blooded murderer
Even her nature lovers get cold feet
Besides, the winter sun is cold comfort .
A time for a A-tishoo in your tissue
a time for the noisy sneeze
Oh! Beware her icy glare, in the cold war
as she coerces all to freeze!
Ah, in summer, nature boils and goes into a 'heated debate'
What with the burning sun and its scorching torment
Ah, she can be hot-tempered this mother nature
But let the sweltered ones bathe in the seven seas
and opt for sundaes instead of steaming teas.
And if you really wish to see
mother nature fuming in fury
Behold it in thunderstorm and hurricane
You crouched safely behind the window pane
For she might storm at you quite violently
Watch out! She could get real stormy
Better stay out of her way at such times please!
And hee hee I do hope yah like
my seasoned seasonal pun
It's fine here to have
some fair weather fun
And take mom Nature's pic as she says cheese!
Yet the point here, she's created as are all mothers
implying God, not she herself could have made all of these
And so like all God's creatures who have free will
she's fallible and perhaps at times free to do as she please.
(Though some bad weather conditions can be due to human pollution in repercussion.)
The more walks I’ve taken in nature…with each experience I’ve compiled
the more I think that nature is really just a child.
Before you think I’m crazy…let me offer a few reasons why…
She loves to play with crayons…have you seen the way she colors the sky?
Not just the sky…she colors everything and she never stays within the lines…
When she’s hungry you can hear her stomach grumble…
In the wind you can hear her whines.
She laughs at all the little things…she gets tickled by the breeze…
Her attention changes quickly…from the flowers to the trees…
to the oceans….to the rivers…to the mountains…to the streams…
and just like a child I’ve often wondered what inspires natures’s dreams?
She changes moods quite easily…she’s not one to conform….
One moment she is calm and quiet…the next…a sudden thunderstorm
She is a constant source of sunshine…boundless energy…and light…
and just like any child…she need her sleep at night.
Yes, in nature each day is a new adventure…
you never know what to expect…
which makes me wonder….
if nature
like a child…
is something we should try harder to protect.
Last year, I got struck by lightning on the head.
When I was rushed to the ER, I was nearly dead.
Now I get struck by lightning every day.
I guess I'm lucky not to have passed away.
I get struck by lightning even if there is no thunderstorm.
I've been struck so many times that I've become deformed.
When it struck my nose, it left a big hole because it had to be amputated.
Because of that, I can't succeed with any of the girls who I formerly dated.
Being struck by lightning also made my teeth fall out and it made me go deaf.
A man once gave me CPR and he damn nearly died because of my bad breath.
When most people are struck by lightning, they are doomed.
But lightning no longer hurts me, I guess that I've become immune.
Mighty winds blow
Approaching storm
Sudden and accurate
An Old Man lived with Arthritis for a long time
A morning rise would be a pain experience
Went to Doctors and still no relief
On this specific morning, a Thunderstorm took place
Strong and true
The Old Man went to his kitchen to get a cup of coffee
One flash of lightning he went outside to get his newspaper
Immediately came a powerful jolt of a lightning bolt
It knocked him off his feet
He was able to get up
The Old Man felt the Arthritis was gone and he was now enabled
A miracle being a blessing took place
Heaven had been watching observing from above
Unexpected and the Old Man had no idea the miracle was coming
The Old Man to the Doctor to be examined, and the Doctor noticed that the Old Man’s Arthritis was gone
The Doctor questioned the Old Man in how did he do it?
The Old Man quickly responded that it was a spiritually bout
Now Lightning bolts do kill
But on this morning, it was a jolt of enriched and rise, and spread the miracle being a testimony apathy
Show the world in what can happen if one believes
The breeze that prepared for the miracle
Heaven’s action in deliverance.
Good morning, folks...John Doe here
Live- from Channel WXYZ-TV
Bringing you today and tomorrow's weather forecast...
And how the weekend's weather just might be
Saturday morning starts off very nice
Sunny and warm with the high around thirty-one
Mixed with some rain and a possible chance of snow
A good day to go out and have some fun
More sunshine in the early afternoon
With thickening clouds heading our way
A beautiful day for a picnic party, possibly
Or...a boat ride on the bay
The sun returns by mid to late evening...
With a chance of a severe thunderstorm
A wintry mix of sleet and hail- maybe, possibly
Right on key with today's norm
Tomorrow's forecast looks a little better
With a fifty percent chance of weather...
And the low around thirty-one
You just might see a floating feather
Hoping you all have a safe, warm, cool weekend
Enjoy your picnics, or boat rides on the sea
John Doe, here...
Live- from channel WXYZ-TV
'You're A Weather Forecaster' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
3/16/2022
The fury of a thunderstorm
Should not be a surprise,
For prior to its sudden booms
Come dark-as-nighttime skies.
The wind whips up, the branches sway,
The air cools down a bit
And lightning zigzags right before
The thunder seems to hit.
Then with a crash the storm attacks,
The booming close and loud,
Which causes shrieks and running feet,
Dispersing any crowd.
Umbrellas open, wipers snap
And car alarms might beep
While anyone caught napping
Will be jostled from that sleep.
Most typically, the storm won’t last
As rumbles move away
And rain lets up to save itself
For yet another day.
Quite often, then, the sun appears
And brings with it the heat,
The only proof of the event
The puddles on the street.
Moist rain continues to fall
through the whisper of the feeble wind,
it continues to drip from the dogwood tree
and the purple lilies below...
leaving the last raindrops of sorrow
on this face without glee!
My hope won't be bleak...
if no clouds gather for a thunderstorm,
and all the flower keep their petals
that attract lovers looking sleek;
too distant are those meadows
one can sit on and watch butterflies swarm
upon them, hoping to catch one for keeps,
being careful not to damage their wings!
After sunset dusk comes swiftly,
and saying goodbye to sunlight
only increases sadness inside;
let prayer be your comfort
to hush in a restful sleep...
be strong enough not to weep,
dream of Heaven and dream of harmony:
angels will float around and won't hide!
My hope won't be bleak...
until I have found what I seek;
I may seem completely hopeless and weak,
but it's faith that keeps me strong and meek!
Post-heart break
and it sinks in.
I try to convince you,
but it's too late.
Too late for trying
too late to change my mind-
cause it's you that I want
and you I think of
when I blink,
breath
or sleep.
But you tore me in half,
gave me your word
and I believed you
oh how I believed you.
You twisted your head,
mind began manipulating
and as I drowned in my own guilt-
because falling for you was default
you caught me in mid-air
unaware it could happen so fast
then you kissed my cheek goodbye-
no explanation.
Only the knots that clenched my lungs
and the throbbing of drenched eyes-
a thunderstorm inside,
mask to decline the assumptions
because
there's a fine line between love and hate