pause to hear a storm
listen to its vast noises
admire its voices
winds that blew in infamy
crackled as romantic fires
state huts wade through muck
spiders and newborns pancaked
trouble from the breeze
it stretched over our tall walls
but into their tenements
furious horses
unimagined violence
warfare wind wallops
nests shaken out by breezes
some people gather again
Life on earth is like an ocean or open sea
which its vast body is just hard to watch or view;
Others look at it as a major mystery,
not seeing the colors of nature’s hidden hue.
Many minds try to reach the extent of abyss;
what they find is nothing but deep dark without gleam.
Because the bright glow of light that their eyesights miss
never lets them get out of guiles and lies so dim.
But the one who has the torch held by his own hand
knows well when vile weather wallops the salt water;
trials or sufferings are there to understand
by the heart so strong and so brave; yes, no matter.
Assault of the storm surge wipes all those of the night;
but those with righteousness never give up the fight.
Mom shrieks as I tap like Ginger Rogers on the kitchen floor.
The raggedy mop with rigid brows swishes me out the door.
With squinty eyes, the traffic cop regent-points to the yard.
Her majesty, with dish soap hands, wallops my cap, soft not hard.
3/13/2019
Word Morph Contest
Sponsor - Jesse Rowe
Santa Hits The Snooze Button
(For Christmas Cheer contest)
Santa woke up feeling fruity
The Mrs was spark out
He grinned cos in a minute
His Rudolph clock would shout
Whinny, whinny, moo, quack
Whinny, whinny, neigh
(How’s a poet sposed to know
What Reindeer clocks might say)
Even though his wife nowadays
Is lamb dressed up as mutton
He sees her how she used to be
So wallops that snooze button
So Santa’s got ten minutes
For undercover fun
Please excuse the metaphor...
He’s got a loaded gun
We’ve got a spare ten minutes
Come take your man to heaven
Well what we gonna do she said
With the other seven
3 December 2018
JESUS
(Double Pleiades)
Jabbed their swords on Thy side
Jews mocked Thee… crucified
Jeering crowds - they condemned
Jud's flaw rolls down the lane.
Jagged scorns, wallops, spits
Jam-packed tortures to death
Just to Save, Thy Blood Shed.
(Oh My Jesus, Thy…)
Justified Saving Grace
Jive, sing, I Thank and Praise!
Journeying life with Thee
Joined anchors within me!
Joy-spared absolution,
Jubilantly reigned… crowned!
Jewish King - King of All!
March 12, 2017
A Blessed Holy Week/Easter ahead! God Bless!
Echoes of an Element (Elements Part2: Wind)
Blowing bits of bark beneath the elements wings.
Currents of cold air chill the country.
Whispering wind that wallops in whispered screams.
Howling through your home in hectic hospitality.
Sweeping wind swept secrets such a solemn scene
Creator of catastrophes curtains blown clean.
Drifting toward dangerousness dirty dying deeds.
Plucking all the potted plants by the patio screen.
Triumphant in the turmoil that it causes tiny trees.
Ecstatic electric element of this silent windy breeze.
Tomb where darkness traps
Where hate broods from deep within
Where the sadness grieves
Even to point of terror
And fear wallops a great blow
Russell Sivey
Blunt mallet wallops down,
On an iron nail, that pierces flesh,
And shatters bone and meets resistance,
In the hard wood beneath.
I try to imagine the feeling,
By pressing a biro into,
The palm of my hand;
I think I can………………..
NOTE: The Romans crucified thousands of people and this poem is dedicated to all of those
victims.
the stallion gallops
as we dine on baked scallops
with pacman's wallops!
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