Superbly Pretty
Pretty dance of laser fire
Multi coloured megawatt beams
Frying all they touch
Superbly pretty yet evil
Beyond Hell the capability
Fired from orbiting spaceships
Close to a planet
Or a galaxy away
Up close is good
See the results
The planet melts
People are gas
It's over fast
clear and peaceful
the air fell still
the clouds moving in
in the distance
over the hill
the birds stopped singing
the bees disappeared
the traffic slowed
as the storm brewed near
glistening rain
trickled from the clouds
heavier and heavier
the drops came down
the sky above us rumbled
like anger from up above
a roar of booming explosion
like a passionate kind of love
electric charged the atmosphere
the sky expanded tragically
an ever-growing endless dream
of raging power
and
magically..
The sky lit up
an intensive surge of power
contractions heightened
the storm
hour by the hour
the lightening molten silver
vivid in night
the megawatt anger of nature
striking in plain sight
slashing through the darkest clouds
blacker than the devils soul
the thunder duetted the lightening
nature is in control
subtly the diagnosed
began to loose its symptoms
the sun peaked through
the clouds fluffed up
natures unwilling victims
the bluey grey brindle
with the softest accent of white
the beauty of the sky
always outshines
the stormiest of nights .
( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald )
Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.
Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides,
the shy long-cot swings over the screeching pond.
She wont let me say the words; I love her,
an ice-cream non-communist with a gypsy-grace and a smorgasbord-rub,
( I have tone-deaf toothpaste and my megawatt chow miens)
It’s enough to make you gang your hemihedral in a jolt-wagon.
Someone aught to have better sea-sense. Not me-
I’m palm-crucified. My bulls-eye is a hearse!
She might marry me to a multi-syllabic drainage or I might climb the scrupulous oak.
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