Short Evacuate Poems
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dolphins, whales and sharks evacuate —
before they storm gulf coast beach
9/15/2020
Welcome to my throne
make yourself at home
If you want to urinate
please don't hesitate
Now If you have to defecate
dont take long to evacuate
take the deodorizer and spray
to keep that funky smell away
It took the black magic years
To earn the hand-me-down crown —
A crown admired by eager successors
In this hypocritical town.
It took only a minute,
A second to be specific,
To evacuate the soul from his body,
Leaving his carcass behind, rotting in hell.
the great storm (Renku)
the skies unleash Hell
the trees fall like pick up sticks
mighty man trembles
flee! flee! The news screams
You must evacuate now
Mighty man trembles
rain, wind tortures land
tides destroy all before it
the sun makes encore
I evacuate
sitting on a throne
of waste…
till something live
emerges – taking
inspiration, wherever
it comes from…
the writer strains
filling bowls
and wastepaper baskets
inspiration navigating
internals and beyond
I am a Literary Proctologist
claiming from recycles
deciphering bottomless spirit scents
We hear about the hurricane
But we are miles away.
My family won’t evacuate -
They think they’ll be okay.
There’s nothing we can do from here
Except to sit and wait
And hope their instincts prove them right
And that they’re not too late.
So many storms are not as bad
As weathermen predict,
So maybe Mother Nature has
Got everybody tricked.
Cloudy turbulent skys full of destruction,
Clap of thunder the downpour begins,
Sandbags piled up the door,
Waves are lashing the shore,
Flooding begins to start,
The drains can't cope they overflow,
And still the deluge continues,
The sandbags not enough,
Flood water gains access,
Furniture piled up high,
The rain just doesn't care,
Flooding gets higher and on the stirs,
It's time to evacuate leave now
The storm wind whipped
The drive to the store was skipped
The windows boarded
A sigh of relief when the storm is thwarted
Citizens evacuate
Debris includes a gate
The wind blows
Fear shows
When will it hit
In a town it will sit
Homes destroyed
Rescuers deployed
Tears of sorrow ultimately prevail
Boats turned over, no longer will sail
Lives turned upside down
No smiles, only frowns
The government will step in
Rebuilding will begin
It would be fine indeed,
if we could wash out the mind
each morning.
Thoughts get stale,
the mind like an air deprived swamp,
begins to stink,
and the only way
to go out into the world anew
is in the same way
our souls came into it.
It is wise to swill and pour,
flush and evacuate,
drain and empty,
tip and spill,
ejecting all that collected piss
we’ve been carrying around,
for so many yesterday -
that overfull pot
we call our feelings.
Shield of great representation,
Captain America must be proud.
Built to fight off all mutations,
Fear, is in the eyes of the crowd.
Red, blue, white and steel,
enemies' fail to duplicate thee.
Often times, they are made to kneel,
others evacuate, vanish or flee.
It bares no solid competition,
no sword comes close to compare.
Its speed bears unlimited conditions,
made for its owner, exclusively rare.
12 July 2022
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