Raging Waves Hiku 29
white foam floating on shore
raging waves crashing on reefs~
ocean`s wild dance.
I hate tempests, unless I'm cosy in bed.....by poet
The tempest raged around the lighthouse
I was the sentinel of the place, hoping the lights flashed.
Unfortunately, it provided me with very little shelter.
Outside, wild waves pounded the rugged rocks.
Some stinging sleet fell piling up on the ledges,
Penetrating the broken wide wind-broken windows.
Nothing to do but wait till all will be over.
It took some time, and I could not phone my wife.
She would always imagine something bad would take place.
Nothing to do but hope and pray.
Three hours later, I was home and thoroughly drenched.
My bewildered wife looked at me, wondering.
She pushed me under the shower, removed my wet clothes.
Then came warm pyjamas and coffee laced with some alcohol,
Her hopes had weathered fears, her love complete.
Placed 1
The petulant midday sun
Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith
It's blinding glare, a white hot disc
Scorching and oppressive
Over the earth and living ones
A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky
Wrapping us in its stifling embrace
A shimmering mirage dancing in the air.
My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire
Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire
Every chocolate bar
All candies in a jar
Gone so the raver in me can transpire.
If possible, don't complain about fate
Get rid of the sadness and the pains
The wind will blow it away
Life is short, love is not enough
Why bother for a minute in the sun
If possible, please release your heart
Living selflessly strong in the midst of life
Because I still know that giving is forever
Self-sufficient mind will be relaxed
If I can let my soul go with the wind
Knowing to let go will have a lot of things
Happy pleasure even though they are small
How peaceful is this life
If I could save the minutes
Quietly, not a bit noisy
In the middle of the market of life
I'm silently sleeping peacefully
Releasing sorrows with the raging wind.
the whole world is happening at the same time
every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar
every everything bunched up to oneness in my head
I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go
I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris
and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony
that is my head, that is my thunderstorm in stereo
imagine a life having to speak over an orchestra
but there is a beauty and stability to hearing
all the insects of the world crawling along
simultaneously with every wave and fish fuzz in water
wait, I think I can hear the flowers growing
the leaves falling, the sand rearranging on every beach
though if it can happen a little less loudly
so it doesn’t fill my every second, that would be ok
now, and it has taken sleeplessness,
I am privy to galactic secrets, the gods are chattering
all at once so I’m none the wiser for the cacophony
just full of loud
I needed to hide from the monsters at the window,
So I became a mouse,
To hide in the house,
So they wouldn’t see my shadow.
I could hear their noises,
Their target was gone,
It was near dawn,
They spoke with angry voices.
They stormed away,
I couldn’t be identified,
I was no longer terrified,
I wished I could be cloaked in the day.
June 20, 2024.
Love doesn't need to knock you down
Sometimes it's ever so subtle
Before you know it you're under it's spell
Helplessly trapped in love's bubble
No use trying to escape the entrapment
It's futile you're under it's spell
After long and heightened anticipation
Your pulse is racing like hell
The absolute extreme best kind of love
One that's totally uncontrived
The kind that happens when least expected
That takes you by complete surprise
Excitement almost more than you can bear
You think you're going insane
Can't sleep, can't do normal everyday things
Your world has been set aflame
Love often starts so innocently at first
And grows into a love tornado
Passionate love that builds and builds
Until it's a raging inferno!
The face of anger
screaming faces tortured souls
rage against people
raging wind persist
destruction is within sight
nothing stays the same
The raging fire.
A poem by him.
I am the raging fire.
Smiting the innocent and purging the oxygen.
Churning out the black of waste that we have all become.
Progress is not what comes anymore.
If we needed progress, it would not kill us.
If progress was positive I wouldn’t be here.
I wouldn’t be burning.
I wouldn’t be drowning in their so-called justice.
True progress and justice wouldn’t let me burn here.
Neither would it let her suffocate in the dirt and swallow the darkness of the tunnels.
RAIN
raging
relentless
I was a small girl
amid the violence
paralyzed by the bruised skies
“I was mesmerized by the force.”
[Clarity Pyramid, two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all)]
I love the sands, their crisp heat,
As I walk on them bare feet,
they grasp my feet that sink in
like they are my next of kin.
roaring sea has things to say,
past hungry gulls vocal fray,
white with froth rushes to me,
in awe I drop to my knee.
golden rays ride morning air,
sets day for another fare,
see a bird steal unwary fish,
a creature’s life, creature’s dish!
moist sands record each detail,
feet or paw prints without fail,
patterns carved by waves that have been,
they hold time’s designs yet unseen.
have walked miles along nature’s park,
with the black ravens and the sweet larks,
for wealth, this life was never meant to be,
I am nature, part of this raging sea!
Rhyme
7-8 syllables
last stanza 9 to 10
a wave, a leaf, a life, a cloud -
what is the difference?
Wilted by long walk under raging sun,
I sought the cool shelter of a large tree.
As I felt fresh, as if from far heaven
A sombre voice seemed to admonish me:
Till ye stop not grounding such gracious trees,
Nor learn to walk soft upon fallen leaves,
Be kind enough to share your lucky breeze,
Not be a thankless man that just receives.
O ponder whilst ye cool under this shade,
Be not so ingrate that ye have long been,
Nor spoiled by free favours of all these green,
Feel beholden to them ye breathe, eat bread.
Beware, with this sun raging redder still
You’ll have no more shade on this earth to chill.
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Sonnets | 03.08.2015, revised March 2023 |
Poet’s note: The animal world, even lowly insects take ample clues from Nature, and tailor their lives in tune with the changed environment. Alas, not man. Perhaps, for no other reason than the fact that he is intelligent. Intelligent sure, but not wise. This sonnet tries to warn him— a voice perhaps in wilderness.
When the storm raged, I stood by the river.
Neptunian furrows bloom when I frown.
Navy blue lightning struck my brow, shiver.
When the storm raged, I stood by the river.
Striving to crook and praise the sky silver.
The wind is blowing then the tide will sound.
When the storm raged, I stood by the river.
Neptunian furrows bloom when I frown.
Written: March 12, 2023
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