she was swept up in a whirlwind of him
he lifted her off her feet and spun her
the crowd watched, mesmerized
no one spoke
time whispered itself to a halt
a returning soldier
it was a happily ever after
I could not take my eyes off them
felt like a voyeur, but could not tear away
feeling like a part of their love story
Whirlwind of endless clouds circle lapping sea
April winds whip up the air
Making people
Grimly clutch their jackets tight
Heads down, hands on hats
As pear blossoms
Dance and swirl
In eddies and whirlpools
Across pavements
In delight.
(4/14/26)
Despairing of lightening her mood
ten children her burden
her life spent
pushing and tugging
at a grindstone
of darkest despair
She wrote of her misery
to an elderly rabbi in Brooklyn
He promptly wrote back
words of encouragement
most unexpected advice
“Attend every wedding in town
Dance every dance
Whirl like the wind
Draw others into your circle”
The desperate women did just that
Her life changing by the week
as she drew her new friends
into her ever-widening circle
Whirlwind of Hope
I found strength
amidst the rolling wave
it’s steamy showers
giving a balmy calm
the bellowing wind
buzzing past
pause to whisper a secret
resounding my passive desires
that you are a part of me
Written: June 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "The lamps are different, but the Light is the same." By Rumi
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The shame I bear yearns to be set free,
Fantasies conceal what people must foresee.
A whirlwind of visualization—eerie, untamed,
Imagination dares where rules are disclaimed.
How I savor the reverie of zeal embrace,
A peculiar whimsy in a captivating place.
And I must admit, my mayhem is deep,
I roamed in a dream no one could leap.
I discuss virtue when the timing is right,
Hallucination sprouts in the depths of night.
Love and exhaustion long for glitter untamed,
I crave the superb, so easily maimed.
I remain anonymous to forestall disgrace,
My dignity is protected by historical lace.
But truths linger, and mine stands confined,
Ambition reveals the power of my mind.
Hearing apologies is beyond my reach,
Inwardly sustained as emotions beseech.
Each buried object holds a mystery tale,
A single sail has recognized its scale.
My mind spins in endless flight,
chased by shadows of self-doubt.
Love’s mirror feels unkind tonight,
each flaw a storm, my heart shouts.
I wish to rest where calm resides,
be free of the chaos within.
But winds of fear whisper, collide,
uncertainty sways where I begin.
Yet in the tempest, light may peek,
a flicker of hope through darkened skies.
With courage born from whispered dreams,
I dare to dance in the storm’s embrace.
For in the storm, my spirit gleams,
with every heartbeat, I rise, I face.
I entwine with my fears, redefined,
each tempest a sculptor of my grace.
I forge my path through roaring winds,
the tempest sings, a fierce lullaby of strength.
Since you have been gone
A lot of water has passed under the bridge
A mixed bag of events have occurred
Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities
Difficult to quantify
As confusion like whirlwind
Keeps spreading and threatening
The very fabric of National Cohesion
Nobody knows what to believe anymore
As looters of our commonwealth
Keep spewing unbelievable theories
From two sides of their mouths
Shamelessly going back To their vomit of years gone by
To satisfy the cravings of their current masters
While citizens continue to wallow in abject poverty
Confused and traumatized
Where their next meals will come from
As their purchasing power has been eroded
By the demise of the national currency
Clubbed to death by inflation
And market forces
Never experienced in our chequered history
In the whirlwind of time, who said that seconds are decreed?
That your steps must align with others’ concrete success indeed,
That arrival is an unyielding mandate, and deviation a defect?
You see them climbing the spires of their creation without regret.
In iron and glass they carve their legacy, while you remain silent,
A shadow frozen in the ruins of dreams that never grew vibrant,
With hands weary from the burden of unfinished things,
You whisper to life's algorithm: "Recalculate, don't leave me behind!"
But time is no engineer, nor a gentle, loving architect,
It's just the scaffold beneath your feet, moving only when you dare to fly.
Did the monolith mourn it didn’t rise with the first light?
Or did the river curse its flow for not sculpting the world in a single moment?
You’re not behind; you’re just a separate code unfolding,
A unique sequence evolving and flying at its own rhythm,
In a story never meant to synchronize,
But to follow its own course, unchained by time and space.
A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts
A tempest of trepidation
That leaves me baffled and distraught
The devastation of my battling mind
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.
Gusting
Trees swayed by breeze
Leaves blew across the field
Dust lifted into a vortex
Whirlwind
In this season of chaos, let heavenly whirlwind blow,
In the eye of the storm, you will find peace, let it flow.
For within you resides the Wind, a heavenly decree,
Shine with brilliance, be what you were created to be.
In this season of storm, rise like a palace tower,
Stand tall, uncompromising, in this needy hour.
Be like a tree, that shelters and protects,
Safeguarding who seek shelter, their souls it connects.
From ashes, let your destiny bloom, with beauty untold,
For strength emerges, born from weakness so bold.
In this earthly journey, prepare for victories to come,
As destinies reveal extraordinary outcome.
Too easy too quick- someone trip them before wedded bliss
In the realm where fire meets wind,
Where dreams and miracles descend
Let fiery winds, come and do once more,
What only it can, set our hearts on fire.
Behold! The green grass springs,
Open the gates of heaven, as it swings
Let the mountains dance, painting the sky
With shades of colours, in a new way
Within each dream, diverse and grand,
Signposts appear, guiding hand in hand.
Unlocking miracles in each step we take,
Whispering promises, for us to partake.
It’s a whirlwind move, it's time to see.
As faith transcends, and becomes our eye.
As heaven invades, we now recognize,
Miracles double, evoking sweet surprise.
A daylight daze
has been removed to a dark city
in a DC Comic.
Nations have swallowed their tongues,
have become a caped parody
of an undeclared independence.
The good are caught in the search lights,
the bullet heads and bare-faced bad
run the globe, turn the coats,
unify the unwilling sheep into lambs
until liberty itself is the aberration.
The enemy is a suit stuffed
with daemonic dandruff
reserved to snow job the helpless.
There is a new world order now
for the meek, weak and bolder.
Globalist's glob onto the taste of power.
Our super heroes are pot-bellied
and cancelled.
RoboCop is now a peace poet;
he gently rants
in a soundproof basement,
writes sonnets to forget
the already forgotten.
Tears and beers freefall
behind crumbling walls,
we must add too tight tights to the list
of all our ripping sorrows,
shake enfeebled fists
as menacing shadows gather
and we
ever willing to cast
accusing looks upon each other.
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