high winds blow tall trees
water fiercely covers road
driving is halted
accidentally find it sometimes
seekers never find true love
captivating crushes
in dark café booths
hugs and kisses
elusive
fleeting
love
over roar of the storm- a prayer was heard
My little Tornado
See you at the end of incredible
A harvest of likes
A harvest of Loves
Follows you to the end
The end of incredible lust
Found burning between fantasy and dream
My eyes claim to have the answers I seek
But with all the wisdom I stand behind
I fight to right the puzzle of time
Then I look at myself
The truth that hides behind a mind that just won't shut up
Conspiring a flavor
just enough to make you see
The magic of your strut upon the path of surrender
To a place in my mind that makes us both feel alive
Its so intense to live a life
So immense
Should be your heart
In a swirling wind
That brings you to me
In a dream of you
if I could ask
Whats the purpose of those boots with wings
You would have the answer
I ve been looking for
All my life
sounding like alarm
wind and rain pick up dogs scared
covers are refuge
derecho of twenty-twenty-three
the sky got black in the afternoon
many people ignored the sirens
their houses began to shake and squeal
intense praying and screaming began
the lights went off, power lines were snapping all over town
there were sparks all along the freeways
the dreaded dastardly derecho was here
unlike a tornado, this wind was a straight tunnel
sixty miles wide, two hundred and fifty miles long
people stopped videotaping and ran to their bathtubs
throwing their children in first, lying on top of them
roofs were torn off
semis were lifted and tossed
landing upside down and sideways
in minutes our town was turned into a war zone
uprooted trees were sliding down the sidewalks
this enemy was fierce and determined
many of us did not expect to survive
hugging strangers after the aftermath
twirling whirling tornado funnel five
gives quick glance, seeing who is alive
picks up a pitchfork, shed and a horse
increasing warp speed at farm of Mr. Norse
terror abounds inside the house as it leaves the ground
where will he throw us down? where will he throw us down?
calamitous time
unexpected tornado
wretched disaster
she stealthily sneaked up on farming community
surprising everyone, for they were deep in sleep
threw barns, sheds, tractors and pitchforks into the air
they were whisked away inside her whirling turmoil tunnel
1952 tornado in Nebraska, devastation from an F-4
You fit me like a glove
I fly in like a dove
I drop in from above
A pink tornado of love
I try and fix my crown
I look for you downtown
You’ll know when I touch down
A collection of pink and brown
My heart hit a hard stop with you
It met its match, it already knew
Whatever you say, I’ll already do
Oh how dedicated I am to you..
You calmed my winds so gracefully
No more of me twisting painfully
Grounded and balanced tastefully
You tamed me ever so faithfully
I was a supercell with a dark green sky
A cloudy cylinder with physics defied
The eye of my storm and you went inside
You melted my doubts and tossed them aside
All because you fit me like a glove
I swooped in like a darling little dove
Dropped in like a hero from above
Turned into a pink tornado of love
True Story
Greyhound Bus
Driver and passengers
Scheduled destination
Alabama to Tennessee
Highway fate
Skies rage
Tornado formed
Wind blew
Cars were maneuvering in all kinds of directions, but no collisions with the Greyhound bus
Everything tossed around like unwanted toys
Warning came
The Greyhound bus Driver and passengers found themselves inside the Tornado with such force
Almost like a Wizard of Oz adventure only more alarming
No one expected with such impact of velocity
Heaven’s reality check
The Greyhound Bus turning around, side to side and upside down
The bus remained in tack and only damage were cracks in the window which didn’t break
Immediately, The Greyhound Bus was descending down at a swing pace, but once reaching the ground, it was carefully put down
Only minor bruises among the passengers and Driver
No lives loss only survival through the ordeal
Miraculous through it all
A baby was aboard, but no scratches nor any wound
Heaven being the survival kit
Driver and passengers being eyewitnesses
God’s gift of life
Taking nothing for granted ever
Only glory being the story
A violent vortex of velocity
A vacuum of voracious vices
Such feral ferocious ferocity
Driven by devilish devices
Troubles double when it doubles its haste
Caught up in currents of circumstance
Rumbling rabble through the rubble and waste
Dancing its devil's dark dervish dance
its whimper sounds like a whisper, it slips as it slithers away
the loud fear it left on my mind still spins my spine
i run, forgetting my heart is still hanging in my mouth~
it pounds like a tornado blowing through my veins
the ricochets of its anger shudder even my tiniest nerves
our nights and days will never cross paths again.
Your love, Mom, is like a storm,
A Mother's Love, A Tornado's Embrace
A whirlwind, fierce and far from norm.
It sweeps through my life with tender rage,
A force of nature, stage by stage.
It spins with care, a vortex deep,
A tempest wild, yet soft to keep.
Your arms, like winds, encircle tight,
To shield me, guard me, through darkest night.
The thunder roars, your voice of might,
To shatter my fears, bring back the light.
In chaos born, you find your grace,
A calming eye in my life's fast race.
Like rooftops torn and skies that bend,
Your love reshapes but doesn’t end.
No matter wreckage is in its path,
You clear, you heal, escape no wrath.
For in your fury lies your care,
A passion no one can quite compare.
A storm that builds, a storm that stays,
Your love, Mom, an eternal blaze.
When dogs and cats are flung about
Taken high in the sky inside a tornado funnel
Do they find a new owner to lay around with?
Are they ever recovered? Does anyone know?
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