Fierce tempest slams its maddened jeer
while gush of flood crashes offshore ;
then to our village…loud winds roar
as piercing thunder grows severe:
Upon tide's crest pale mollusk floats
Adrift in waste, oaks droop away
That cabins old swish in the bay,
Rattling wooden docks and tugboats.
At last, end of hour’s pour departs --
glints the sunlight reigning morn’s climb
to lift day’s qualm and wake fresh lime,
of scented air easing men’s hearts.
In prayer , we ask Mother Earth
for weather tranquil like skies blue ,
vowing to tend nature, anew
till forests bloom, this life’s rebirth.
8/20/2019
'We would stand a better chance of survival
if we accommodated ourselves to this planet
and viewed it appreciatively...” E.B. White
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Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 –
Enclosed Rhyme Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
maddened, care, nature, storm,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Snow seated where flowers chatted with wind
Snow of deep breath and frozen grey laughter
Dance of my life absolutely unhinged
Futile search for the whole finished chapter
We had planned for making a long river
Shadow spreading ever green trees on shores
When we would meet like two buoyant silvers
Flood of white foam bursting out in galore
Failed to make out what made you hesitant
One day put out glowing lovely candles
Did you feel some rhymes of mine irritant
Or in the wind did you hear some scandal
Maddened my hands reach out to vacuum
All waves are lost leaving for me just scum
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29/8/2016
Categories:
maddened, beauty, green, life, river,
Form: Sonnet
The Maddened Bee
She entered the hall with some snacks and coke
A creep gave a leering lecherous look
Walking down the dark aisle he gave a poke
My daughter gave him her haughtiest look
Before he could endeavour his next thought
A bottle broke his head in nasty sneer
Dripping coke caught him in devious spot
The burger crafted his face with loud cheer
Mad as a hornet she gave him a kick
Where he would remember the most in bed
The bruised lion for years later would lick
The maddened bee left his face infrared
I smiled in pride that the cub knew the law
Armour the self and let the crows caw-caw!
Balveen Cheema
October 27, 2015
John Lawless
Categories:
maddened, abuse, anger,
Form: Sonnet
"Young in years and old in hours,"
Pressed to pen poetic powers.
Though often lacking what I need,
To reap the rarely ripened read.
The rhythm falters far too fast,
The rhymes are vain and veer so vast.
That all is lost and left to lie.
Prevailing poets pass me by.
I twist, I turn, I toss all night.
My wrist, it burns, from all I write.
My quest to quill the very best,
And place asunder all the rest.
I hardly ever hit the mark,
Unleashing arrows in the dark.
With poisoned tips they pierce my soul,
But missing my initial goal.
The human heart, my target set,
I've failed, but haven't finished yet.
My words of wisdom will ignite.
With poisoned arrow's final flight.
For now, I'll rest my weary eyes,
Await my fated forced demise.
And fiercely face this fight within,
Till the maddened poet strikes again.
Categories:
maddened, on writing and words
Form: Rhyme