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Rise to the occasion of the weather
Inform the storm of cruel intentions
Lift your eyes above tsunami fury
Take back the waves you came in on
Make earthquakes miracles that move
Shake hands with disaster for awhile
Love your neighbor as yourself in puddles
Play in the mud of love before it dries
Take that which you were born with
Leave volcanoes to their ashes gray
Stay quiet in the lava beds of dawn
Leave disasters to their own devices
Look at asteroids but do not touch
Take a twister with a turn of hurricane
Call in the morning if things should change
Tell the rain to come and go away
Listen to the laughter as it thunders
Watch clouds steal water from the lake
Evaporate before you take another breath
Use a light switch in the sky
Turn the sun off if it gets too high
Keep your distance as life rolls in
Take the next wave out of misery
Make a wish. It is your turn to hide
Die but only if you have to in the tide
Be smart and batten down the hatches
Be kind to lightning. It could strike back in kind.
Brace for impact because it is everything you thought you wanted
and truth be told its ever so much more,
The lie was wrapped so brightly,
and it was advertised just right,
The fact that devil had the details
was cleverly held out of sight.
Brace for impact because it is all about to tumble down
it will be the tsunami you never expected
and a mess you can't clean alone.
Brace for impact of the blame game
You'll be set up with the smoking gun,
and you will feel the oppression that victim-hood brings.
The devil was the conductor
and he lied to you about the quality of the show,
so brace yourself for impact
because your suffering is about to set fire to its creepy glow.
June 19, 2022
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
This or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Brace For Impact
(for Charlie)
What is it that causes an atheist
To suddenly want to attend church,
And think, huh, maybe there is
Something there after all?
I can see a gradual shift
As doubt and inquiry worm their way
Into an open mind
But a sudden 180 is unusual.
For me in my youth it was gradual
A steady eroding pushed into a landslide
By a sufficient dose of lysergic acid.
But even then it took awhile to really admit
I had been so wrong.
Of course the first step is doubt of what is
Combined with certainty of one’s ignorance.
And as we grow we take these first steps
Again and again.
It warms my heart now right down to my core
To see the example of another human’s sacrifice
Washing out in waves,
A veritable tsunami,
Across the whole world.
No need for drugs to open our heart and mind
When such a prophet does it for us.
(9/19/25)
Oh! Once was a sunny day,
People were so happy and gay… but not for so long.
The sea… was calm in the morning,
So most were in their boats… but return, they did not.
But once noon arrived,
The animals and sea, strange they did act: retreating from the sea.
Alas! The poor fish leapt:
The ocean had retreated without them… then did the men sense it.
Some took their vehicles and drove off at high speed,
But others lingered… running to the sea to catch their fish.
(These were mostly fishing villages… for them, this was just luck.)
And now, things changed…
As they saw the wave curl above their heads – way bigger than before.
And now frightened, they ran…
But the ocean pulled harder than gravity.
They screamed, but only gulls echoed.
But now, the wave was unstoppable,
Crashing over high buildings… into the land.
It roared as it came,
Dragging… all animals, humans, and debris of construction… into the sea.
Oh! Into the sea it went,
Dragging all our families, friends, and loved ones,
Forever not to be seen, they were dragged…
Into the sea.
*In remembrance of the tsunami, occurred in 12/26/2004, due to an earthquake in Java/Sumatra area. It deeply affected those islands and many more in Indonesia, and the coastal belt of Sri Lanka. It is considered as the most disastrous of all the natural disasters that affected Sri Lanka. This is written as a public voice, for as far as I know, I didn’t lose any of them to the tsunami.
Form:
Have you been slapped across the face by beating winds from the sea?
Have you been drenched by high tidal waves splashing from the sea?
Have you heard the fog horns as ships come in from the sea?
The sleep is sweet from the soothing sounds from the sea.
"Those who go down to the sea in ships,
Who do business on great waters,"*
As far as our eyes can see, we look across the sea.
But there's little to see until we ride upon the sea.
There, we see, we hear, we feel, the heart of the sea.
There, we taste not, but smell the fragrance of the sea.
"They see the works of the Lord,
And His wonders in the deep."*
Poor me, I have only touched the waters of one of the seas.
Oh, the awe and wonder there must be to sail the seven seas.
Sharks, whales, dolphins, Penguins, and myriads of others in the seas.
The glaciers, the islands, and the coral reefs are at home in the seas.
Consider the powerful storms originating on a continent, heads for the sea.
Hurricanes, typhoons, tropical storms make landfall after crossing the sea.
Sometimes, after an earthquake, a tsunami will come racing across the sea.
The Arctic, North Atlantic, South Atlantic, North Pacific; four of seven seas.**
South Pacific, Indian, and Southern Oceans; three of the seven seas.
"For He commands and raises the stormy wind,
Which lifts up the waves of the sea."*
Consider the migrating sea animals as they make there way across the sea.
Consider the awesome guidance system of birds navigating the seas; the
the hills and valleys, the tall trees and mountains; all surrounded by waters of the seas. And I feel secure when I read that God set the border line for the waves rushing from the seas.***
081821PSCtest, Writing Prompt, Oceans Or Seas, Constance La France.2P
*Psalms 107:23, 24, 25; ***Job 38:11
**What are the Seven Seas? https://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/sevenseas.html The Seven Seas include the Arctic, North Atlantic, South Atlantic, North Pacific, South Pacific, Indian, and Southern Oceans. The exact origin of the phrase 'Seven Seas' is uncertain, although there are …
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
...
Writing with blue marine and blue sky,
Carrier pigeons based on traditional Christianity,
On lungs, oriental and occidental,
Like Rome and Byzantium,
Notes G and A,
The green olive branch
For the world of Protestants,
Some tentative steps of Reformation against giants and dwarfs,
Coptic and Ethiopian icons in orange,
Red wool in Tibet and Nepal,
Purple violet in the synagogue, here it is the color of preference,
Note B musical,
Light yellow linen for Puritans in spiritual Samaria,
Note E,
The body's temple with the natural rainbow of Noah, David's dance's guiding,
Honey for the eyes,
The rain of Grace,
Blood of the vineyard,
If you bring water,
Like the Samaritan woman near Jacob’s well in dialogue,
May recognize false gurus, fake husbands,
Before the autumn, fall,
Not that grasshopper, dragonfly,
Who arrives in winter and on the Sabbath,
Old, cold, and formal,
Lame and hunchback,
Say the ant,
The good ant bringing spring’s water to the wedding at the Canes,
Good Samaritan with this wine and gold of virgin olive oil in the informal sacrament,
The virginity of the common heart in the paradise of health and life,
Like Tobias and Sarah, Joachim and Anne, blessed parents,
Man of the Third Secret of Fatima,
Father in the forest with cranberries,
Injured brother,
I ask for vengeance,
For this artificial catastrophe in my country, among the people of the Lamb,
Colors of virtues, lines of the way of life by humble providence,
On paper scroll, I draw,
An angel who always sees the Face of the Father and reflects Him with inspiration,
Sign of Jonah in Snow White's hand,
Christmas star, little prince,
The lighthouse against the growing tsunami...
Remember me
Your beloved mother
In the low hours
Whenever you are feeling weak
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers
For it's then I can only be truly seen
Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire
That once reenergized you
In dark years
When you were alone and tired
To be wholly free
Remember me
By looking at my picture
Of us together
Your now favourite
Black and white one
I sent you
As my holy scripture
That you'll only need
Remember me when you too are old
Standing brightly as the early morning sun
In the darkness of old age
Even though your beloved memories are getting cold
Before God turns your page
So you can fade away
To join me
As the hours and seconds
Run away
Remember me
So I may stay
In some strange spiritual way
To give you comfort
Until you too are recalled
To float away
Someday
Remember me
My poetic love
So I can come to you
In dreams
Walking down to find you
Through the ethereal blue rivers and green
Underground streams
To reach you to swim
Together
Reunited
In the Holy Sea
Until the early morning sunrise
Remember me
As your true spiritual devotion
Who you met in physical flesh
As one
Who wrote down
In a pre-life road map
With a spirit guide
In another
Far away nation
“I want to meet someone so extraordinary
A child of mine
Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe
Who will show me such poetic wonders”
“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess
Before I once more walk
In those heavenly tides
Of the Holy Sea”
And then I suddenly met you at birth
Mesmerised
By all I could see
So that's why I pray
For you
Each night
So you'll remember me
As I wait here
Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides
Of The Holy Sea
Waiting
for the one to love me again
I once wrote down before I was born
The only one I'll ever need
Just remember me
It's why I left this letter in my will
For you
My beloved to read
Just remember me
Your beloved mother
Who loves you like no other
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
What have been sayin’
It's only Saturday
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Father in the kitchen
Eats his check away
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Don’t you shake and shiver
When the hounds of order bey?
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
God is dead, or in Toms River –
Any dumb excuse to pray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Island people don't get ready
Wherever there's tsunami
They wait until that drawback gets all flushed
But back to your studies
Back to Bloom's Taxonomy
And the camouflage of sophomore girls’ first blush
It’s cartridge, pump and filter
It’s the dose in the ashtray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
All the post-its in your Rilke
Will not my respect sway
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Your hopeless, guileless, wretched pact of clay
The family-brand is over –
Say whatever you want but not “gay”
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche