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"As early morning thunderstorms"
Bring down a pouring rain
All of nature is silent~still
Snuggled in nest remain
As early morning's lightnings flash
And thunder above rolls
The covers feel comfortable
Deep within my soul
As early morning's cold rain pours
Like Morton Salt today
Your embrace consoles me my love
The Dove is here to stay
Like the dew glistening this morn
Your love sparkles and shines
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Melts this soft heart of mine
Poet Becca Lucas' "Morning Storms" a Triolet
Line used "As early morning thunderstorms"
Contest: Pick a line/ any line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Written this 24th day of August 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Form: Poulter's Measure
Creator God dwelt outside space and time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending love.
With power in God's Word the world was formed
and from His mouth the universe was placed
His Voice so strong, like clapping thunderstorms
God's crowning glory was the human race.
With flaming tongues, God set the sun on high
by His commands, He placed the sea and land
made creatures on the earth and in the sky
and with His Breath, God breathed life into man.
Tis mystery, God's ways we'll never know
yet loved us with His very Heart and Soul.
Updated on 11/22/2016
First written on 5/12/2016
Pointing back
From where I sit,
this crowded street of frowning faces and lying eyes
meander past the mom and pop facades with kids in tow…
tethered by their wants
and constant whining
now glaring at me as if,
I am the problem
I wave them off in my best oceanic gesture,
casting salty aspirations to the ground around my feet…
all the while keeping my fitted
thoughts to myself
For opposite this asphalt divider
of pot holes and swept debris
she sits, twisting her chocolate hair around her finger,
staring at the clock, waiting
Wearing her favorite dress,
glistening crimson nail and lip paint
The violent sun finds my shoulders
scattering grey clouds
between the concrete and neon
folded on the structure facing my perch
A single drop of sweat rolls down my cheek,
on this day more will come
Mixed, blended, hidden or defined
by tears held back, losing the battle
I take in the second story window,
shade slightly drawn and I imagine her
Jumping excitedly at the knock,
a quick mirrored touch up and fanciful bounces,
as smiles lead her to
his rugged features and fat wallet
The engine idles, I can smell the fumes
dancing across my nostrils, sickened
Floating the steps, (they) she looks happy, then at me
her head drops, sad or thankful, probably
Engine revs, my eyes fill
as thunderstorms erupt on my face, (they) she disappears
My heart near death, beating slow
it reels on this day,
while others, in their mindless pandering
and nose followed directions, stare and point
I spit, reaching our heart encased initials
carved in the stained and tiring sidewalk
My chest throbs, legs weak and nonexistent,
transparent of hurt and glass filtered wishes
Pointing back at those who would judge, I shout…
Yes, I am the problem!
There's a hurricane a brew
In my world since I met you
A whirlwind of every weather
But we handle it together
There are days of sun and brightness
No troubles--just lots of lightness
In our hearts that are enjoying
Hours of no one annoying
One another--just relaxing
There is nothing left worth asking
Unexpected tears like rain
Fill days that are full of pain
Falling down like thunderstorms
Everything is going wrong
Till there's a watery sea
Surrounding both you and me
Windy days are just the best
Your sweet breath upon my neck
Blowing me away
with the chills you send my way
Every single time I hear
Loving words sent in the air
A bolt of lightening passes through
Every time I'm touching you
Shocking me right to the core
Desiring you more and more
This voltage just intensifies
Love truthfulness that isn't lies
Weather changes every minute
And I'll take whatever's in it
Good or bad I'll take it all
This love's gonna never fall
No matter how many storms
Our relationship is bringing on
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
What a fool I was
To tell you a blissful lie with the confidence of a thousand soldiers
Yet I bet my pinkie on the promise
Knowing deep down in my soul that we would never be an endgame
There would be no us at the final level
Just a pleasant has been wrapped in ribbons
Don’t worry Darling, it was never your fault
I kept trying to give you the world
Without fully mapping mine first
So I apologize for all the treacherous waters you had to wade through
All the thunderstorms you had to sleep through
It wasn’t my intention for you to get soaked
I just thought
That if I wished hard enough
Things would fall into place
That all the flowers I had picked for you would somehow cause you to stay
That all the stories I had crafted for you would keep you by my side
Yet I’m just like everyone else
Too selfish for my own good
Too envious to live with myself
That I had to go and collect your heart as payment
A memento, a souvenir
Stashed under my bed for when I need to squeeze the last drop out of it
I promised you a happily ever after
Knowing that there wasn’t any space in our book for a next chapter
But I kept writing
Watching as ink dripped onto the page
Shaking it in hopes that words would start to form
Only for gibberish to appear
So to make it up to you
We shall never speak again
I don’t wish any ill on you, my love
But to see you is another form of Death that I’m not ready to experience
It would mean prying the stitches off my heart and bleeding freely once more
So I wish to never see you again
For even if we did meet again
I would only recognize you as a stranger not my love
I hope in our next life we are to never meet
Just so I won’t carry the emptiness of losing you with me
So I can be free of this guilt I have for ever loving you
Til death do us part.
Lemon sour thoughts in aquamarine
imagery of dry desire pure pale powdered sage
quaint quear copulate of Cupids
with bows that draw Archaic archer
arrows aimed at the blackest of hearts
drum bitter black regrets into souls depths
dark deeds, something rages rare raw
Crimson liquor that lingers on the floor
in lavish lacquered halls, intricate doors
weathered by thunderstorms lashing the walls
where once elegant lush balls drive men, women twirling, dancing till dawn
Are in full burn, blares bright until the wee artificial hours of midnight
of wet tropical rains, hurricanes
gain power and destruction
by morn born falling silver rain
in the light of a pure pale Moon, wax, and wane
Clouds receded fade away
transfix by orbs of Odin Odd Omnipotent eye
full and alive burning bright
in cold cobalt midnights a wash all
in the fallacies of youth
the breath of God’s are ghosts in ruins
the cascade of the insane
Our sour lemon thoughts and aquamarine dreams
Are oblique obsolete imagery fading in fleeting lives
Pampero you rush across the pampa's of Argentina
blowing fast and strong bending all before you.
Mighty and powerful you make your presence known
as you travel o'er the pampas in triumphant passage.
Ah Simoom you shift around the sand dunes
sucking up all moisture as you journey the Sahara,
creating vast clouds of blinding sand. Stinging
sands that cut like knives tearing at clothes.
Tramontane you blow so cold as you traverse
the Alps bringing with you freezing ice and snow.
And flick over to the Pyrenees where you dance
in delight as you blow hard and strong whipping up snow.
Wreckhouse you blow down the slopes of the Range mountains
of Newfoundland. Cleansing and refreshing as you bring
life giving rains to their slopes. Vibrant greens left by your path
as you go on to who knows quite where
Fremantle Doctor you are an afternoon sea breeze
coming in from the Indian Ocean you bring
welcome coolness across Perth with a salty tang,
but only in the summer months do you work your charms.
Plough winds breezing along in straight furrows
preceding thunderstorms forming clusters of rain.
No deviation in your path straight as a arrow
you bring lightning flashes that lit the skies.
Calima the dread of housewives as you bring
dust laden clouds to the shores of the Canary Islands,
coming south to southeasterly carried by the
Saharan air layer. The sooner gone the better.
Abrosolhos with your frequent squalls that traverse
in the months of May through to August known in
Portuguese as open eyes you flow between
Cabo de San Tome and Cabo Frio causing chaos.
written 2014
contest Wind sponsor Skat
Every coin has two sides
It's either heads or tails
On one side your fortune may ride
On the other your fortune fails
A sad song on a rainy day
And thunderstorms 'neath skies of gray
No butterflies in my garden play
The storm had scared them all away
Lemonade on summer days
And ice cream cones with flavors sway
Then all those flavors melt away
As the fiery sun has its say
Pyramids on desert sands
And the August moon glowing grand
Then by sand storms they're shrouded
While the moon's obscured as clouds crowd in
Love has a sweet flavor at first taste
Then betrayal lays it all to waste
And as your tears begin to fall
You find that you really don't know love at all
The only luxury we possess,
In this world, let’s say,
It’s to think about nature,
Men abuse men,
We can’t believe them often,
Women understand this,
So you have to listen to the birds,
Respect the elephants of Kenya,
So we must admire the roses,
To address them prayers,
spare the delicate whales
Preserving tropical forests is
The only luxury we possess.
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The only luxury we possess,
In this world, let’s say,
It’s to think of each other,
To seek the goodness of some,
To admire the talent of others.
In the deafening thunderstorms,
Under the obscure ceiling of the clouds,
The only luxury we possess,
It’s to think of each other,
To admire Picasso and Courbet,
To think about Eric and Sébastien,
to Maryline and Martine, it’s
The only luxury we possess.
Beneath California's boundless skies,
Nature roars with all her might,
In thunderous tantrums that arise.
Severe storms, where heavens rupture,
A dance of chaos, wild and free,
Electric bolts, a vivid rapture,
Unleashing fury upon the sea.
The skies grow dark, the winds arise,
As thunder drums its fearsome beat,
Rain cascades from the sullen skies,
In torrents, mingling with the street.
A symphony of majesty lies,
As lightning strikes and thunder crashes,
The spirits of nature harmonize.
The salty winds bellow in crescendo,
Whispering secrets of the ancient land,
The crashing waves, a wild innuendo,
Intertwined with chaos, they withstand.
The palm trees bow, their branches sway,
In reverence to the raging gales,
The hills and valleys drenched in gray,
Quenching thirst as water prevails.
Within the storm, there exists beauty,
An awe-inspiring force of unity,
Instilling reverence and humble prayer.
The earth rejuvenates, free from pain,
And life resumes at a gentle pace.