Short Catastrophes Poems
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Focusing upon a lantern of thirst
she ate of catastrophes
and quaffed of black karma
cast by fiction in sleaze
camaraderie non existent
though through the holocaust
erect she stood
For my free thought anxiety,
I do like reading Web MD,
For medical catastrophes,
But what to do, in reality,
Send them off to a good G.P.,
For accurate diagnoses,
Then stop reading Web MD!
People in various places around
the world are anxious or deeply
worried of the many threats
brought by catastrophes
and turmoil these days.
It's important
to cast hope
on one
God.
Storms ultimate volcanic eruptions catastrophes
awakening cast me into netherworlds
unreachable disconnected oracular wasting
where each shadow feasts on substance
aquiering vast amounts of deep blood
Pink and blue in May
A hurricane in Norway
Wing’s careless flutter –
A pure disaster
Violently violet
You adorned my way
So yellow in June
Be careful, my little one.
Haven’t you heard of
Catastrophes you have done?
As life’s storms get stronger,
Hold hands together in prayer;
No catastrophes can annihilate us,
If our top foundation is Jesus;
If we lift our tough brotherhood,
Among us builds a stone-walled abode.
In spite of these catastrophes,
holocausts and disasters;
the adverse calamities
and endless ever afters;
despite (or because) of these,
we shelter in one Temple,
spreading over seven seas,
we're God's own chosen people.
powerful mystical energies
magnified life is a game
take the risk
omen of fights catastrophes
convert your violence to
passionate creativity
meteor shower
the moon is passing
behind the earth
into its umbra
why is she so
beautiful
Form:
If the world is filled with despair
We must still dare to care
If catastrophes are everywhere
We must believe that salvation will be there
If the world is filled with turbulence
We must stand firm and not be influenced
Instead believe that there will soon be deliverance
Are Catastrophes
Are catastrophes
God save people from them please
I pray on my knees.
Were poor souls drowning
Mediterranean Sea
Am glad was not me.
God saved our each soul
Greatest story ever told
As it did unfold.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
. for public domain
I envy Anne in so many ways:
The ways she renders catastrophes
into bright and sunny days;
Her coming back to my side
through cruel and merciless raves,
leaves me in constant shame.
So I live a life of endless sweet regret
that she endures me lovingly,
and will always love me yet.
Things you cannot sugar coat: LIST POEM
Child abuse
Sex trafficking
Killings
Murders
Rapes
STDs
Illegal drug use
Alcoholism
Cancer
9/11/01
Automobile wrecks
House fires
Natural catastrophes
Tsunamis
Earthquakes
Volcanic ash
Bullies
Pain
Anger
Rage
Unkindness
Disrespect
Ugly dogs
Dentists
Math
The power you acquire is bound to destroy you
When not in rhythm with the force that inhabits
You are beyond the physical that seems to rule
That which resides within has superior authority
It must be obeyed or catastrophes result
To the detriment of those who challenge the force
From where the mundane was created for fun
Apocalypse---
Abortive gorgons cling.
Political messiahs creep.
Other dystopias eschew.
Called messiahs lament.
American messiahs laze.
Lyrical raptures luxuriate.
Youthful doomsayers linger.
Private revelations lurk.
Startling revelations cower.
Environmental catastrophes cavort.
3/8/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
You rant and rave...
“There is no God”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“Or if he lives
All that he gives
is…
War, famine, and catastrophes…
Death, sickness and atrocities….”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“God is dead
GOD IS DEAD”
All you ever do
is….
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
But when you face your grave
Rant and rave
Rand and rave
Changes to….
“God please save!
God please save!"
Poetry is for dreamers
A boat I no longer wish to sail
Of wishful love an dreams and desires
And things with life gone haywire
I would rather now be a person
Of astute cause and action
Change the things we dream of
Shake off the protraction
As we look on the impending doom
Daily catastrophes that spread the gloom
Let us bend the winds that threaten to blow us
And make the world anew.
Hails upon stormier tempestuous
sea surges, ascending, mountainous
waves crashing, splattering, appallingly
Strikes against lighthouse's sentinelling
Beam glowing, rebuffing, unremitting
High tidal's signature magnificence
To prevent maritime catastrophes
Whence before radar-scope inventiveness
Contest name: The Lighthouse
Theresa Stephens
Date posted: 9/22/14
Kitchen catastrophes,
kitty got into the closet
the cat has a key
cold cuts today
no time to cross the equator
in a clapped-out cart.
New Year beer
hob-knobbing with the cousins
from down under.
Skype skipping,
excruciating words
not napping but yapping on.
Kaleidoscopic clips of memories
auld lang syne -ing,
merry making
with the madcap amigos.
Cat nipping,
kitty got out of the closet
she got a key
in me.
if i were a fly on the wall with a paintbrush,
i'd be lost and every reflex of mine would be disabled by confusion
my handicap would prevent experiences with bliss but would cause catastrophes with heartbreak
by dawn i would dead and unknown with the dried up earthworms beneath the ground of your throne
a familiar footprint would represent the mediocre attempt of my amorous stint....
....and splattered would be i, the proverbial wall dwelling fly....
Silence loomed; people were filled with dread
when sunlight waned, clouds began to turn red.
It was foretold that catastrophes would arise,
moonlight fade until disappearing from skies.
Earth would then tremble; from its axis fall.
In its descent, chaos cause alarm to appall.
I do not believe the concept, this prediction.
It's foolishness that someone wrote as fiction.
June 20, 2021
Workshop: Adjectives Deleted Contest
Sponsored by Jack Webster
A crown of constellation rests upon her head.
A child born of a prophecy of catastrophes ahead.
Warmed by a dragon's breath,
Clothed by a fur of death,
Dancing among tragedies, disgracing the swans.
She never tangles the thread of her pawns.
She, to death, is an ally of peace,
To life, an irritating tease.
Falls into my arms in a gleeful way.
The fate of light never sees a peaceful day.
Down it comes a sudden thought.
Do I deserve her or do I not?