Nature’s most fearsome orchestration
of sights, sounds and terrific movements
can feel like the very air we breathe
is being turned against us
as it manifests itself
in many forms of storms.
When earth becomes ungrounded,
it quakes inside its ancient bones,
filling souls with dread
as Mother Nature joins in,
birthing storm quakes
in large bodies of water.
As water fills earth’s veins,
it’s as if the planet bleeds from oceanic wounds,
which tumble over anything and anyone
standing in Mother Nature’s path,
showing those wounds as tsunamis.
Under certain conditions,
Mother Nature unleashes her fickle fury
as hurricanes that sweep over
coastal areas,
and in many other parts of the world,
tornadoes touch down just as unpredictably,
ravaging homes and entire cities,
whirling violently over the land -
claiming innocent lives in the wake
of great devastation.
Throughout all history,
Mother Nature, along with earth,
has exhibited her capricious disposition,
often at the most random of places and times.
Recently, however, humans have contributed
more and more to their own demise
as Mother Nature takes a deep breath
and then vehemently
exhales.
The lyrics sweep over me
as a wave of enchantment
over a magic forest
The melody embraces me, lifts me up
o’er highest treetops
to a place where billowy clouds
lull me to sleep
impish impulses
sweep over me
one more preposterous
than the next
I think I’ll take
the plunge and see
if I can act on them
without context
Children can be pretty noisy while you’re driving
As they are in your responsible care.
When you take the bus back to the garage,
After dropping every child at their homes or daycare
Make a thorough sweep over every row ensuring a child has not
Been left behind and make sure everything is secure.
4/19/2024
“How can a bus driver not notice that a child is still on the bus? When a bus driver takes the bus back to the garage, they are supposed to make a sweep over every row. “ Quote by poet.
Children, our hope and dreams.
Some of us spoil and make a fuss;
Our streams full of knowledge that beams.
We go to extremes to keep them safe.
We send them to school so, they can learn
in a creative safe and respectful environment.
Their little brains churn all that they do yearn.
We trust those adults to keep our children safe.
We wait at the bus stop for the bus to arrive.
The bus slowly comes to a stop, the doors swing open.
Children excited to be home after a hard day with a high-five.
Our hearts into shock when our child doesn't walk out.
4/19/2024
Dreaming of how our life used to be
for loneliness now doth sweep over me
I feel you are there almost everywhere
though all I can see is your empty chair
Since that fateful day whence you did depart
your empty chair truly breaks my heart
Written 5th August 2022
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Delicate hands sweep over the strings
Stirring chords and melodies meet,
The harpist gently plunks and pings
Producing music soft and sweet.
She does not smile, concentrating
On the nuances of each crescendo,
Tenor of the performance elevating
Each measure a startling innuendo.
The climax brings a stirring rush
Exhilarating orchestral responses
As over the audience falls a hush
The music its hearers ensconces.
Written July 16, 2022
Let me molder on the surface of the Earth. Leave me on dirt with dross and peace. Let the four seasons sweep over my husk. In blood crush dust and petrified grease…. A feast for my insect and animal pals. This circle is my best and oldest friend. I was given to this promiscuous box and now— I return it back to its righteous end. So grow! — Oh, wild oaken ladle! Someday you may scoop the sludge from my deciduous knee caps. If I have to, I will change my approach to suit the drought. My sun worn bones will sprout curlycup gumweed. While the wind will carve all of the chondrocytes out. I will take pride in my rotting. Leave it for me— Leave it.
Relentless venom in a still river
seeing out it's weak.
Tainted beauty cries
pure, sweet, eternity.
What was then
could not be now.
Such tales surely hold
mistaken ground.
A whisper heard,
a voice in the wind,
Shadows sweep over,
darkness begins.
With each taste
there's little pain.
His burning venom
numbs my veins.
Rid me from such despair,
beyond this paralyzed nightmare.
Bring me back to that still river,
let me hear such tales again.
Let the wind voice it's worries,
before it's darkness see's me in.
March 12, 2016
As the Latin beats sweep over me,
I take you up into my arms,
The scent of coconut from your hair,
Your perfume drives me wild,
Your hair so black those curls so soft,
As we move it sways and then we lock eyes,
And subtly so subtly our movements made in perfect unison,
I feel the people staring yet the moment is our own,
as I dip you pressed so tightly,
Your bosom so inviting,
As you smile so delightfully,
You breath hot against my neck,
our chests now back together,
our hearts in rhythmic sync,
And now we walk and leave the dancefloor,
As the song has ended clean,
As we share a perfect moment,
And we go on about our night,
Now we interact with others,
Our private moment seemingly unknown,
But as we glance and pass each other,
Do they know anything about us,
And if they did would we really care?
The center of a star reflects just like a diamond...
Returning a pearl within each silver breath that one treasures...
With faceted panels, I promised I'd never...
Sweep over a deep sea of blue waves unmeasured...
There is a pattern woven inside golden petals that kiss the inside of my heart...
Parts of my heart that I've thus' failed to start...
With soft fingers dancing, you're forever entrancing...
My star that's eternally far...
A co write written by Liam and Christian
I watch you while you sleep today,
Emotions, so strong, sweep over me.
A love so strong, it takes my breath away,
It consumes my soul, mind, and body.
I remembered the day we met,
How it was to see your handsome face.
I was a nervous wreck, full of butterflies and fret.
Prepared for you to bolt, but that was not the case.
That first kiss was so powerful,
It was as intense as could be,
I felt the “fireworks”, it was very magical.
That first kiss and your love have set me free.
Travel to four years down the road,
It is now the day we will wed.
My heart so full, I fear it shall explode.
Ecstatic that my heart had not been misled.
We are now husband and wife,
Forever, we are to be entwined,
I thank the Lord for our life,
And the path for us, that He has designed.
Caress my thirsty heart
with tender words of love
Shower me in gossamer soft kisses
that render my soul to float to a higher
places that transpire from thy velvet
awakening exploring glove.
Plant the seeds of pleasure
that bloom on fertile ground
Show me thy treasure
and where thy sun kissed
Summit we climb may be found.
Let us languish in euphoric
wedlock's private
as warm waves like on a moody ocean
sweep over us
As we lose ourselves
within the enveloping deep tides
of eternity.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Jan.
A white walled Spanish villa
over looking a blue Mediterranean rolling sea
the fragrance of pink cherry blossom
and olive groves fill the warm night air
as waves of calm and tranquillity sweep over me.
Red roses and bottle of wine upon a table
by the pool candle flames flicker and dance
in a calm caressing breeze
Soft gentle guitar music
charge the air with romance.
With a dark haired señorita in a red elegant dress
and hair styled to impress
we talk and laugh exchanging flirting glances through the night
then dance under the stars slowly holding each other tight
Kisses lead to caresses
as we hold each others heart within our welcoming hands
For the night is made for love
She is my woman
and I her man.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013.Dec.
Where once was true is now a lie
The deep dark ocean cries with pain
Mans mark is made and felt right deep
Stops not with the shore.
Where once the sky was clear and free
Ten thousand planes sweep over thee
Man marks the very air we breathe.
Stops no more.
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