Short Stormed Poems
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Is a dish best served
as cold leftovers
from a meal
of might
have beens
from back before
you had stormed out
and left me here
dining all
alone
transfixed in a steady bliss hum
strobes of light of the cosmic drum
form is stormed and we are transformed
as God’s harp continues to strum
White, thin, and light
Are small words to describe
Those magnificent objects
Drifting in the sky
Wild and free
Calm and stormed
Wash down to earth
Only to be reborn.
Stormed on, midst life, sinking
And confused in
Through its depths, dismal, grasp
For your relief:
Each thought is winged uplift.
Petrel's, adrift
O'er that which churns, coldly
Composed of grief.
Each cloud, soldier-like
Projects brute force;
Not before, rageful, for sudden dread
Thunderous blasts.
Of what had once stormed
A front line through
Its ghost formation, overhead
This shadow casts!
Its double have I
Come upon.
Its meek-moulded one
For this hut.
Quietly resigned.
Low-lying.
Shakes, squirms not eying
World, ogrish.
With breast out, brutish
Does for peak
Rumbling, stormed o'er bleak
Always jut.
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If Obama and fans had stormed Capitol, democracy would preach
II
If Obama and fans had stormed the Capitol, he would not preach again
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If Trump ever pays for 2021 sedition, all blood of First Nations would be Silenced
The giants have stormed the castle,
The gnomes are stirring havoc in the kitchen.
Every which way I turn there is a charger or a steed.
Unicorns are trampling through the main hall.
I grin, knowing they have come for me.
Time to test my magic!
on a sunny day it stormed
I love you warm rain
in serenity I meditate
missing joy all my life
deep dark trust against me
I doubt I'm wrong
must be pain that I suffer
angry soul that is prisoner
if I told you I'm sorry
would you believe in me
Stone for stone, this raised grandeur
With the mountain's contends.
Beauty, austere. With both hiding
Terror's own face within!
One's stormy past of fierce-struck
Outcries, most barbarous
Wolf-sharp, flashingly echoed
Afar stormed; elked and roed.
A cowboy stormed into town
He seems to be hell bound
To challenge and fight
Cuz he was uptight
But he came to an end
When he challenged an old friend
Who was quicker and real fast
Who clocked him in his ass
He’s not here anymore
So, they closed the door
One day we had rain
Then freezing rain
The following day
A thunder storm came
The thunder was loud
Followed by lightening bright
It lasted all morning
Through the afternoon
With crackles of thunder
then bright lightening
It stormed like this
all afternoon
The evening peaceful
It was a dark stormy night,
And I'd no place to go,
I was thanking my stars
It was rain and not snow.
I'd forgotten my car keys
And also my coat.
If it rained for much longer,
I'd be needing a boat.
The anger I'd felt
As I stormed out the door
Had dissipated.
I was angry no more.
Fantasy is beautiful
but view is more beautiful
The eyes stormed with tears
in my heart I am waiting forever
a flower of word
twilight fragrance
evening felt
morning struggle
foliage voice
waving stain
cold sun
reveal the pulse
in here I understand
from my sacred heart
Dawn’s herald sounds forth,
Night’s ramparts are stormed,
Her daunting walls breached.
Westward she withdraws,
Her keep abandoned,
The conquest complete.
Day’s standard flies high,
Proclaiming rebirth,
Warming the chill land.
Written 13/04/2015
~Shane Cooper~
You are now a Super Hero they told me
full fledged?
Head nods.
Can I tell my family?
Screeeeeeech
You can tell no one
What about my lover?
Hard shake no
My best friend?
No.
Mom?
How is her hearing?
They stormed my apartment and arrested me an hour later
Who knew my dog was wired?
There was a young maid who bathed in the rain
When it stormed, she drove all the men insane
Drooling with lustful stare
To touch her buxom pair
A teaser, she left them with phallic pain
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"Thou a cacodemon" jeered the crowd.
She heard all those voices , clear and loud.
They stormed and cowed her down.
All they wanted was to see her drown.
Tired of all the incessant goad.
She chose to lurk in her abode.
She's now another dancing clown.
With griefs that weigh her down. ??
Death
Shocking
Nothing left
Completely depleted
Feeling nothing
Walking through the funeral
Tears stormed up inside, hidden from all
Methodical zombie movements
Tears stormed up inside, hidden from all
Walking through the funeral
Feeling nothing
Completely depleted
Nothing left
Shocking
Death
Buzz kills ounce stormed across
open beaches.
Citizen police engaged, shamed,
raged against the sight
of mask-less merry-makers.
Now the lock-downs are over
we gather to celebrate
but here again comes the hate.
Just wait
they will steal your freedoms once more.
The 'Karen's' are gathering,
we will all be germ-jailed again
come election day.
Like “Gail” force winds,
You stormed in…
But didn’t leave?
So many others have before.
Like Godly strength,
You helped me find
The meaning of it all.
No one else has before…
Like motherly love,
You embraced me,
Offered me shelter…
Where was this all before?
Like caring confidant,
You encouraged me
To accept it all…
I wish I had known before!
...With that he threw money down for his drink,
and stormed out of the diner in a rage,
Janet sat shattered, she just couldn’t move,
and suddenly felt like she was twice her age.
She ran to her car, quickly as she could,
her face streaked red with some well-deserved tears,
spent the day questioning all of her life,
since there would be no happy endings here…
The inner sound current and rapture of bliss,
entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye,
with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss
and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh.
In this way as bastions of ego are stormed,
layer by layer we are slowly transformed,
with the false falling away, we cease to sway,
beholding the light of Self, as clear as day.
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.
The day is gone,
we raised our arms,
painted the face,
we were exposed
we went straight invade the Bastille
stormed, Brasilia,
tear down the Wall... !
We did nothing,
and the game was crooked
to be continued...
The peace, maligned,
love, unconjured,
but they applauded hate
and exalted...
Anarchy is the dominant
Idea...
Most value has now
the added value... !