Tsunami
Clinging to a tree my might is numb
Teeth chattering, soaked in seaweed I succumb
to the shores of doom, the tides violent surge
Adrift and marooned all owed to a sudden urge
After the party I woke up on a tropical island
Wild rainforest and coconut groves, tailor made in Thailand
The Turtle Island, underwaters heaven
We were seven, gone snorkeling the night before
None of which were ones who washed ashore
I heard scrambling voices from below
less those who didn’t survive the deathblow
Lungs spewing up ocean water, not the timeless turquoise,
but the stormy muddled wash, murky, writhing wildly
sirening a crushing noise
Twigs, glass, and storms debris rips through skin
Blood seeps down red rivers running thin
soaked thoroughly, bringing shivers
As tidal waves and ruthless rain cease their wells,
instinctively the islanders help each other through
the fallen landscapes
As the beached turtles struggle in their shells,
who once glided effortlessly in the sea
I know what I must do
Keep with the spirit of aloha
and stay until the sky becomes blue
Then set the turtles free
Categories:
sirening, natural disasters, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Oh Passiflora, flower of passion,
at the pinnacle of flower fashion.
Near-naked garbed in deep purple-pink plush
displays that make my begonias blush.
Your Summer’s secret garden is burning,
leaving your lusting young lovers yearning.
Stirring the manhood of the bumblebees,
and sirening hummingbirds from the trees.
Before the hot torch of the heavens fades,
and short shadows lengthen into long shades,
quick set all your seeds lest the fast Fall frost,
will bite at your bones ‘til your fruits are tossed.
Categories:
sirening, flower, lust, seasons,
Form: Alliteration
Loves Event Horizons (Choka)
Wind that fills your sails.
Sea of madness causing swell.
What is in you that propels.
That surges beneath.
Urge of invisible reach.
Marionettes under string.
We, the puppet pawns.
Those who stand with faces drawn.
Pathetic, prophetic, long.
Beseiged, all along.
Heart-gate cogs, drawn open, maw.
Waiting, spinning our heart-wheels
For that shining feel.
To take upon us it's steel.
Take us under whirlpools draw.
Thief, sage, shortest straw.
Open unto us, seventh seal.
Port cull us, then stare in awe.
At needs' muscle beach.
Greed's lusty salt of the sea.
Jason and Jill's Odyssey.
We, Sirening deep.
Eyes like searchlights beaconing.
Tide-holds-never-weakening.
07/09/2019
Jude Fernando Herrick
( MrFernando )
Image #2
Categories:
sirening, environment,
Form: Choka
What does
one write when one
feels withered.
Brain frozen, in a
blistering blizzard.
Keep life simple
simply complex
Never really
emotionally attached
But emotionally
curious
I’m an ocean of
never serious
Seriously
mysteriously
deliriously
colliding
Sirening in silence
simmering to
commence
Love for the expense
of calm exile
My love is an x-file
With a sinning
style.
Smeared on smile
Toxic bile
Walked the mile with
my bare feet
My heart is
discontinued
But I don’t keep it
discreet
But should you ever
meet it
Greet it with a
goodbye.
Categories:
sirening, absence, crazy, dark, deep,
Form: Rhyme