Short Eye Of The Hurricane Poems
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may was seen briefly
in the eye of the hurricane
then taken by sea
a mirage maybe
eight sailors tell her tale
a missing mermaid
In chaos set sail
where pain barbs assail,
yet retaining poise,
in life's fearsome noise.
To become as such,
we must feel God's touch,
moment to moment;
then no fears torment.
18-October-2022
observing mindfully
upswings and downturns
from the void of perfect stillness
we witness with nonchalance
Ferris wheel movement
for our soul’s delight
the eye of the hurricane
hums in blissful silence
as this dream unfolds
08-February-2023
Shuddering on the hallway steps
smoking far too many cigarettes
drug deprivied
withdrawling all sleep back under the bed
entering slowly the eye of the hurricane
still cursed
with the agonizing after effects
that inescsapable
sick shadow of a man reaching for a perpetualy
shifting end
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stuck in the eye of the hurricane
in eerie slow motion
while at helter skelter speed
unforgivingly relentless
deliberate its devastation
overnight
the shock sinks in
a silence shuddering
seeping to every depths
of days numbered
uttering its new reality
left shaken to its very core
the aftermath inconceivable
global extermination averted
or likely just delayed
AP: 1st place 2021
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.
He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.
Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain.