earthquake shakes the ground
the ocean boils and hisses
tsunami threatens
A huge tsunami did not bother these two
Maude McMillian and her twin sister Sue
They got in their shopping cart and rode a wave
Many commented those old gals are brave
We have been in tsunamis worse than this one said
Yes, and we are still alive said her sis, nowhere dead
They laughed and chortled as they blew around the town
Watching street lights and bridges falling swiftly down
This is no big deal, nothing like the storm of 1992
Maude agreed with her identical twin sister Sue
They snatched up a cat, a dog and two rabbits to save
Sparing them from death and an early grave
A little girl's beach delight
Playing with waves,
writing in sand so bright
Collecting shells, carefree and light
But on a fateful day, she felt afraid to roam
The beach was violent, not calm as her home
As she left, she noticed the stores and faces nearby
But the next day, a tsunami cry shook the sky
She turned on the TV, and her heart couldn't understand
The beach she loved was gone, swept by the ocean's hand
All the shops she saw were washed away
The beach was no more, a distant memory to stay
After that day, she never entered the beach with glee
Her love for the ocean was lost, a memory to be.
Tsunami comes in
Two forms: trials or blessings
You accept them both.
Come to me..
And I will quench.
Umbrella free..
And I will drench.
Fill your rivers..
Every one.
Morning grass..
I rest upon.
Cut the rock
In Canyon Grand.
Cool you as
Your skin is fanned..
Descend to earth
As sad clouds cry,
Restore the arid
Desert, dry.
I feed each seedling
Help them grow..
Science spells me
Two H, one O
I shift with ease
From glass, to sky
Can drip or run
No captive, I
I fill you up
In dust you'll rest.
It's life I bring
I am the best..
A timeless presence;
A pool, so balmy..
Respect me though.
I am tsunami
From dinosaur
To new born babe,
I never leave..
Despite the grave.
On Earth I'm gold.
A gift, you see..
My value is
Polutant-free
The greatest solvent
Of them all..
Mix mortar for
The strongest wall..
I lubricate
The thirsty tongue,
I wet the whistler's
Tuneful song
Creator's brush
On canvas white.
A thousand words
With ink I write..
So treat me well
And you will find
To planet home
I will be kind..
Reflect and twinkle
In your eyes.
Rescuing souls
As I baptise..
A miracle of nature
Me.
Reminding of
The Trinity.
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
curious people
watching nature's power trip
losing track of time
Tsunami I am called, myself an anomaly of creation.
When seismic waves pass quaking the earth,
And tectonic plates move from the depths of the ocean,
I am born out of chaos and everyone curses my birth.
I come whirling, swirling, churning, and sweeping,
And strike man and beast without rhyme or reason.
Frothing with fury, I am deadlier than a Tornado.
Both of us like twins in virulence appear in all seasons.
Like a mountain erupting suddenly from the depths,
I shoot upwards into the sky in torrential force.
As I dance my macabre dance, men flee helter- skelter
In panic and frustration, finding no other recourse.
Before they can get away too far from me,
I am out to swallow them raw and rude.
I obliterate everything in a sweep of blinding fury,
Crashing on and gulping down everything, so crude.
When hard times rain down
on our loved ones; when trials
need to be endured-
they seem to come all at once.
Wouldn’t you agree?
I’d say this year I’ve been hit
not just with a flood -
but rather a tsunami.
First gray clouds gathered.
Then a huge wave rushed forth on
our sweet safety shore -
covering my family.
Oh how I deplore
my own painful conditions.
Others seem to have
burdens of the feeling kind.
Around me I see
those swallowed by tsunamis
not just of grief but
coupled with physical pain.
How aren’t those burdens
more than they can even bear?
One day I will know
the answers to my questions.
I’ll be where only
peace and joy flood over us
A series of high waves in a water is a tsunami.
Tsunami roaring.
Tsunami means harbour waves
Are they giant waves?
Can you see the worst wave of killer?
The backward water wash proved to be a thriller
Made the south east asian as helpless
And they are in the state of aimless
A fine April day--
People having so much fun
Resting on the beach.
Instantly a tsunami:
Laughter vanished suddenly.
March 28, 2023.
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A back water wash Displacement of large water. Caused by the earth quakes.
Tsunami roaring. Tsunami means harbor wave. It makes roaring sound
A series of waves Tsunami, a tidal wave They are giant waves
I/you
is/am/was
a soldier of
fortuitous (mis)fortune
a quiet
puddle
piddling in
southerly sloth
a gnarly ghost
galloping in
whirling ~ twirling ~ swirling
electronic sandstorms
!---)))>>>--->>>)))---!
adrift in tortured time
submerged in
the timeless slime of
gaslit dumpster fires
a hypersonic tsunami
of repetitive rage
revolting within & against
a cadaverous cage
light is muted
visions are mooted
delusions get uprooted?
an unfortunate creature soldiers on
!---)))hTySpUeNrAsMoInic>>>)!
A road trip through the Pacific West,
from Seattle along Sequim,
Ocean Shore, Seaside,
all the way to San Francisco.
The Pacific roared beside.
Frequent signs warned of Tsunami hazard.
While a warning at a trinket shop
showed an evacuation route,
an ice cream ad promised a tsunami of delight.
People thronged the beaches en route,
least worried, all in mirth;
a gigantic tide was last on their list.
At Ocean Shore, a man and woman stood in tight embrace,
the lady sobbing without respite,
a personal tsunami on the heave,
wreaking havoc on their aching psyche.
The Pacific just looked on beside.
Humanity seemed a cluster of ants
on the rim of a tea cup left under a tap
savouring their last greedy grabs,
weeping over what is not.
The tap looks down upon.
Yet, away, unknown to them
two superpowers were locked
in an eye-ball confrontation
over things of least real concern
portending a nuclear conflagration.
Lo, the Pacific stands for peace
as her name really means,
while men portend real nemesis,
their own apocalypse.
one calm, reposeful day, the wind chimes
played a rhapsody of serenity and peace.
each zephyr girdled by the ocean's air
layered the saltiness onto your skin.
a stroll on the esplanade rejuvenated
your dehydrated body and soul.
like a harbor for reflection, your mind
wandered about the limitless horizon,
swayed with the coconut trees'
branches and reached for the sun
against the silky, baby blue backdrop.
it was a perfect day to marvel at the world.
but, was the world enjoying it's view too?
in a contingent episode, nature showed
it's demeanor; it's fury ignited by infamy.
the unrestrained waters were beckoning,
tides were rising and waves caused
a raucous that solicited danger.
the quiet ambience was redacted,
chaos and madness in close vantage.
like that, life becomes at risk of desolation,
the untainted, crystalline sea waters that
created an idyll of a scene shifted to
a frame of terror and disturbance.
how absurd of nature to decoy a monster
from a then- tamed body of water.
a phenomenon of a tsunami
that can threatened the mere
spans of your homeland; an island,
a minute dot holding your little world.
you prayed that this day never comes.
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