What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
A watery calamitous agent
What was it for?
Born and Unborn babies
Great Generals
With potential destinies
Flooded out hurriedly
Technological advancement
Could not apprehend your design
Typhoon Ben
You Succeeded
Men were carried
Like leaves on water
Houses were swept
Like pebbles on a floor
Your watery muscles
Wreaked Pains
Involved groans
On the populace
In a split second
I thought I saw you grin
Why the grin
You need recognition
A notorious one
Like a wave
You came
And returned
Typhoon Ben
What went wrong?
Why the fury
And tempestuous storm
The destruction
And watery death
Typhoon Ben
Cupid's arrow strikes at high noon,
chocolates melt 'neath the bright moon.
Our fate is sealed—a sweet typhoon,
its winds carrying us afar.
Our hearts danced through candle's warm glow,
scars hid pain, which we did not know.
Our souls cringed—a warning throe,
And yet here we are.
stretching hands
pointing out
blaming skies
yearning for the sunlight
without any ability
to radiate with own might
when it's asked for the rain,
it shudders; for blue hue,
its yellow beams remain
unfathomable during typhoon
because here at the center of storm
there is no swarming heavy rain's tune
the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit
the moment it dropped on the puzzle
just give it some time to melt in it
each ounce of it can surmise your yelp
the fog will block your horizon
until you finally uttered help.
Reincarnated in my next life,
a meteorologist I want to be
with scientific paraphernalia at hand
and land the weatherman's job on TV.
Where I can lie without restraint,
never apologise for rain and cloudy skies, or for
what it is when it ain't sunny with a bright sunrise
which is what I promised the night before.
I can be completely wrong more times than not
and still be paid every day,
as whatever it is I said is soon forgot.
And I can (fox)trot out predictions
such as, 'Snow snow thick thick snow
or, there'll be weather wherever you go
and the winds may or, then again, may not blow.'
Tsusamis, tornadoes and typhoons worry me not one bit,
I laugh in the face of hurricanes
as I'm not the one who will be hit.
I don't hide from deluge, downpour, torrent, flood
which could precipitate a landslide,
they're one and the same to me
as I'll be nowhere near when I'm here safe and dry inside.
Your ominous nimbus descends,
Don't shatter this summer’s grace.
Now all freeze in fear’s embrace,
You look so heavy, please, don’t race.
I don’t care if you dare,
Just don’t stomp your foot up there.
But stubborn as you are,
You plummet your tears for an hour.
Now, the tides have changed,
Calamity is named.
The road now deep with ruts,
Silently dousing my fragile huts.
Don’t erase my melancholy,
You almost drowned me wholly.
Thank God, though, you stayed away,
Pulling back the curtain on a golden day.
G or T Personification Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
Written: August 22, 2023
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Deep in the typhoon of my maelstrom of anger.
I swirl in vile lunacy with a loud, sonorous clangor.
A reckless and unbridled pandemonium dance.
With wrath that growls such a hurricane's trance.
I recognize my sin and am beyond redemption.
Crawling over the foam, we still spurn the elation.
I am shameless—in uprooting majestic trees.
Crying with laughter as they fall to their knees.
My rage is unrestrained—my yell is obnoxious.
My unfurling may be spiteful to lead you nauseous.
I exact my vengeance on the meek and the humble.
Their dwellings cower—as I endeavor to crumble.
Shrapnel from broken glass flies everywhere.
Bringing delight to the masses with despair
Who dares to probe—my most shielded core?
They are doomed, in my eyes, to eternal sore.
I'm Typhoon—my heart's dark gulf is inert—a storm.
I don't care sense or pain—I wreck—I'm void of form.
While I'm unwinding—I won't bother with your fears.
My cyclonic anger leaves chaos, rampage, and tears.
Mighty nature’s force mixing things around
Battering places in agitation
Landslides and flashfloods surge high from the ground
Causing damages, large devastation
High casualty rate --- worst destruction
Climate change creates more occurrences
Of this monstrous ghost leaving crises
But midst the strongest wind and heavy rain
Prayer saves us... typhoon’s strength decreases
So, save mother earth to draw storms in vain.
Nov. 1,2022 16.13pm
Theme: Nature (Storm)
Dizain Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
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61 words
100 syllables (10 syllables each line)
437 characters
Dizain Poetry Contest
Contest Judged: 11/5/2022 8:02:00 AM
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Place: 2 ( up to 4 multi-w)
[Continued from previous episode.]
…on my third Cold War deployment
Patrolling the South China Sea,
Having many good reasons to be there,
Though no one’d explained them to me.
The mess cooks were dishing out mid-rats.
I was Mess Deck Master-at-Arms.
The ship’s rock and roll grew excessive,
Should’ve hit the collision alarm.
Cups, trays, and all of it crashed to the deck.
The scullery crew threw a fit.
I steadied my sea legs and harnessed my will.
Nodded to Senior Chief, “I’ll take care of it.”
To be continued…
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
USS NEW ORLEANS LPH 11
Great day in the morning
The storm hit without warning
Locked in our hotel in Kowloon
As outside raged a great Typhoon
It’s a long haul to get to Hong Kong
Just to be locked in a hotel all day long
They sandbagged up and blocked the front door
Thus, we could not go out and explore
But with all that wind and slashing rain
To be outside would be akin to insane
So, being as we were on the 47th floor
Our room swayed as the wind whistled and roared
There we sat listening to the rain
When inspiration hit, I’ll order champagne
The folks from room service were so very nice
And our champagne soon arrived in a bucket of ice
Sipping champagne with your wife in Kowloon
Now this is the makings of a second honeymoon
I began singing a romantic tune
In hopes it would make her heart swoon
Alas, she was not of the same mood
She bade me, “Shut up and order us food!”
No matter how stormy life gets,
Let it not bring you down with frets.
Death met at work, a months' long livestock voyage
Appalling fate found forty men in ocean's contempt
Churned in days' worth of typhoon crazed torment
Upside down violence turned trapped crew to carnage
Water walled onslaught slammed seafaring stronghold
Cattle float stark on dark ocean, hooves raised, bloated
Vets embarked the journey, to bovine well-being devoted
Vessel of mass measures, by sea vehemence controlled
Taken from life during a shift, loyal young strong sailors
Skilled handlers, pined for infant families, scared at home
Mammoth stern dug beneath unending depth, groaned
Instruments steady didn't warn of ceilings spray showers
Tenacity kept crew clutching straws in relentless storm
Hull refused her duty, rising cold belly swamped within
Dutiful men tended soiled stock, their outlook grim
Windows disguised skywards, horizon stolen in scorn
Deck gave only feasible exit point, though death due either way
Going under or leaping off, bodies driven on stiff vein adrenalin
Forty faithful crew, prisoners in their workplace, remember them
Ninety children learn that dire time leaves their lives in disarray
7th September 2020
B-rave
E-very
T-yphoon
H-aving
T-oughness
O-nce
L-ife
E-ndures
N-ature's
T-est
I-t
N-icely
O-vercomes
Topic: Birthday of Beth B. Tolentino (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
It missed the appointment
Emotions accumulated in the air
Depressed the bougainvillea speetabilis on the balcony
And the parrot’s rap
The clouds are very light and thin
Like the white woman passing by downstairs
I wonder who she is about to meet
The lucky one
May also wait for the wind
I get used to wait
And overlook for something
I believe the sun-like promise
Will be realized in a sudden moment of raising my head
I get used to be patient and tolerant
This season has one typhoon after another
The route is too ambiguous
and too mysterious
S-un
H-as
A-bated
R-ain
O-nce
N-ew
A-pparent
N-ature
I-n
N-iceness
G-lows
A-fter
T-yphoon
Topic: Birthday of Sharon P. Aningat (January 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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