from the forest deep she came
like one jaguar gently prowling
drawn there by my late-day flame
typhoon in the distance howling
black hair with a coal-blue sheen
eyes like ink that shimmered golden
linen sun dress white and clean
tawdry tan with charms embolden
white-cap sea foam licked the sun
softly tasted sweet its brightness
melting ‘pon that briny tongue
sav'ring still the fading lightness
there beside those aqua oceans
palm fronds laid beneath the moon
with sublime and torrid motions
we let loose our fleshed typhoon
high above the Perseids streaming
wept those skies bright tears of fire
wishes granted - we thus dreaming
meant for fools to quite inspire
flightless angel birthed of darkness
wrapped me with her pinions warm
sacred embers - cold and sparkless
lost within that summer’s form ...
lost in her - my perfect storm.
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A perfect storm on its treacherous course,
The wonder of nature and its powerful force.
In the storm's eye, it is calm and serene,
It's the mayhem around that lies in between.
A power unleashed that knows not of grace,
When ravaging landscapes, whilst leaving its trace.
The heartbeat of thunder is a symphonic sound,
The pandemonium surrounding is fierce and unbound.
Yet here in the eye where silence resides,
Is a moment suspended as fury collides.
When inside the vortex, its strength and its might,
The power of destruction is a wondrous sight.
A world splintered into fragments and out of control,
In the eye lies its chaos, looking through its porthole.
Amidst all the turmoil, as the world, it explodes,
You see plans for the future, as hope it erodes.
With a future uncertain, with an end always near,
As time it stands still in its own stratosphere.
Remember, time that is lost it is never found again,
Each second is a treasure we find it hard to retain.
an imperfect storm
does less harm
than a perfect one
a predilection
for perfection
and I am undone
One that only I can see.
That’s what the perfect storm would be.
It would start off with a gentle drizzle.
Then soon, all the ponds are full.
Flooding, and uncaring.
Feeling a sense of bearing.
Only I can see.
Through the storm, which destroyed a tree.
A perfect storm is that one I fought.
The perfect storm is the one I caught.
Only I.
I tried…
Now, I am apart.
A part.
Of what went astray.
A storm I could have kept at bay.
But will eventually go away.
Clouds are now soft today.
Outside the hospital.
Felling a lull.
Only I can see…
Now that I’m free.
I might go get a burger and fries.
My sister and I.
From whence sway eloquence and lovely form,
when together rule ugliness and gloom?
Within me, these clash in a perfect storm;
and war like forces of triumph and doom.
This sense of threatening darkness now outshines
the glory of composing joyful phrases.
But conflict, struggle, the crux of these lines,
persist and flow in timeless, natural phases.
To laugh, or to weep? That essential choice
(the one to weigh and judge) stands. Man desires.
Bards boldly long to sing free, and rejoice,
like the revived who ne'er fatigues or tires!
So gloomy was my melancholic core,
I lost faith in rhyme's splendor once before.
Perfect rhyme scheme soothes my ear,
Its rhythmic sequence subtly sways,
Lyrical images appear,
Excelling in iambic pace.
A perfect poem in and about -
Feather’s glory but above all -
It turns my senses inside out
Suffonsifies my seeking soul.
So where do I derive it from?
From the inside of outer form -
a Perfect Storm!
April 5, 2023
Summer somnabulant
country crickets caroling
my silence golden
It is dark, cold and lonely,
Here where I live.
The damage is massive,
I can't seem to forgive.
The dirty deed,
Done unto me.
None so blind as those,
Who cannot see?
I was not aware you were,
A wrecking ball.
When I figured it out?
My flesh began to crawl.
You did things you swore,
You would never do,
You left me alone,
Every cell in my body cries out for you.
I cannot seem to recall,
When it took a turn for the worse.
I once believed you were a blessing,
Really, you’re a curse.
When you try to make someone look bad,
You can never look good.
The love you were presenting,
I miss understood.
You hold you head high, like you're in the right,
I have a different point of view.
For real, Medusa,
hasn't got nothing on you.
You had me convinced we were,
On the same page.
My love for you turned into,
A bitter tasting rage.
When you left you took,
All that was warm.
Careful, I have been brewing,
The Perfect Storm.
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A big wave coming from the rough ocean
Is the worst possible situation.
He rode her with a passion his tiller held high
He commanded her, but; never once did own
Calms her ardent waters; passions as subside
Giving respect, allows her to share his throne
He commanded her, but; never once did own
Forced within her; his very own perfect storm
Giving respect, allows her to share his throne
By willingness, then acceptance did transform
Forced within her; his very own perfect storm
Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs
By willingness, then acceptance did transform
As into calmer waters, her riled passion heads
Waves ridden, until nothing but; waning ebbs
Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead
As into calmer waters her riled passion heads
He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed
Steered by the tiller-man in his direction lead
He was never, going to be browbeaten by she
He has all but now; put this wild storm to bed
Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea
He was never going to be browbeaten by she
Calms her ardent waters, passions as subside
Never fearing his mission, in claiming this sea
He rode her with a passion, his tiller held high
Beyond the bay the sun peeked over waves;
calm belied what destiny would tell.
A statue peers where sailors served and gave,
so far from Gloucester shores where seagulls yell.
So far from sheltered harbor's gentle swells.
Undaunted sailors dared the Flemish Cap -
too far, as nature mixed a hopeless trap.
Like hungry beasts tempt fate to catch their prey
and stray beyond their tribal hunting grounds;
the George's Bank was left to stern that day
to go where surely greater catch abounds.
But while their hold was filled with bounty found,
two angry storms swirled in a deadly dance
and left the Andrea Gail without a chance.
Her captain turned for port but could not know
such wrath of nature blocked their pathway home,
and all the crew on wings of Angels glowed -
the face of God to trust and not to roam.
Though oft in tumult's grasp they will bemoan
and think to sell their souls on devil's waves,
yet safe in Heaven's grasp they will be brave.
RIP October 28, 1991
Love’s tempestuous when everything
aligns, and so it was the day we met
on a sandy beach in the late spring -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
I knew you’d been swimming in the sea
when you sauntered past me dripping wet.
Something wild your glances brewed in me -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Good fortune! The beach had emptied fast
when you approached me before sunset.
My heart - crashing waves! There came at last
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Just we two, the beach, and twilight’s glow.
What passion was unleashed when I let
you kiss my lips! All those years ago -
a perfect storm I cannot forget.
A perfect storm is in the mix,
I finally have a time to vent
Vent on what frustrates me in life
A life that, I did not choose but Im living by its rules
The storm can’t display the feelings I feel today
It can only be perfect if I let the hunger stay
Im ready to grasp and enter many solutions
Solutions, that will be bring me to a perfect conclusion
A conclusion on why I must stay but,
The rain prevents me from entering another state
A state of growing to limit the anger each day
Hurricanes can come and other storms may follow
But the important things to me will always win
This is why the storm can’t stay
It can transform it self to being lovely only if,
Love and sadness die….
Sudden gust swayed your curly hair.
My emotion made vibrant leap.
My tingling passion tends to flare.
For moments heart beats seemed to skip.
On stream strand we just stood at ease.
Our wobbling phase in slow progress.
Getting startled on blowing breeze,
You came closer, My dear princess.
A perfect storm hit heart violent.
I could not control my first kiss.
You did not resist being silent.
Love got truly sealed, not to miss.
My best bliss whirled in emotive urge.
All my yearnings are crowned with glory.
My feelings in fervent fervour to surge
ending in a splendid love story.
It roared in the skies, as friends and foes
ran for their dear lives. The skies were red
and ember, like a hot coal. Everything miles away in the air,
seemed to burn and fall like poorly fixed Christmas lights;
someone coldly joked that the gods were hibernating -
his shirt smelled like firewood mixed with burning rubber.
Long before the storms, wind, water, earth and fire
were celebrated as the elements which brought forth life,
only for the same life to contaminate the four elements
in the labs, with intent of annihilating nations.
Yes, we humans are the said lifeforms -
our thoughts evolved, reaching the stars!
Somehow we got deluded, believing that we were gods
on earth, turning our wheel of fate.
The wheel of fate then turned against humanity,
crashing his ideals, histories and identity
with his own ego....
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