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
And the children cried out to their Maker
Bless us Lord, we receive Your loving peace
They all clamered 'round about Him
Singing and dancing, the Lord was pleased
They came upon a leper
His body wreaked, his eyes were dim
He dare not raise his eyes to Jesus
He was crippled but he really loved Him
Finally they left, the sun was low
There was chatter, good things had happened
They bragged how Jesus loved them so
The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me
No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in
Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies
In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers
The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God
The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger
An email came from our hotel –
We’ve scratched your reservation.
We weren’t that surprised and took
The news with resignation.
The hurricane wreaked havoc there
And with the loss of power,
The chance of new accommodations
Worsened by the hour.
The canceling of flights came next,
A challenge while you’re driving,
But after much frustration,
Credits soon will be arriving.
We’ll unreserve the rental car
And once we get that cracking,
The only thing remaining is
Unfolding and unpacking.
The days were brighter then,
When without the slightest effort, I’d succeed in making a good impression.
Now it seems no one knows me to be “good”,
How will they? I’ve hardly provided any proof
I used to swim in an ocean of praise,
And I’d bring home what I perceived to be, good grades.
My smile-wreaked of genuine ecstasy
Now it seems to be impregnated with melancholy.
Desolated and a mess,
I’m losing the best part of myself.
I feel as though I’m burning out like a candle,
One, I fear won’t ever rekindle.
My passion, I know has not yet, been misplaced,
Even at my darkest hour,
I refuse to let years of hard work go to waste.
It’s foolish to even think
That I’m on the brink
Of failing to chase a legacy
Created by the so-called “old” me.
To great lengths I’d go to get that girl back
And as I’m latching on to the faintest hope of getting her on track
I urge her not to abandon me and depart forever
Because I don’t know who I am without her.
With all the crap going on in the world
It's a wonder we maintain our humour
Gets difficult if you watch the 6pm news
Leaves us in a kind of a stupor
Shouldn't find it strange or unusual
Been normal as long as we've lived
Would be strange if the news was happy
Ain't happened since I was a kid
Back then war was the news of the day
But to me it was us against them
Too young to know millions were dying
The carnage wreaked by men
What makes us so nasty to each other
Are we only programmed to kill
So why don't I have that killer instinct
Am I missing what gives us the will
Don't want it, not missing it, never had it
Peace loving since I was wee
More concerned with day to day living
Just a merry old soul is me!
‘Tis lucky me father lies in the grave,
Than t’see the havoc I have wreaked
In the name of actin’ bold and brave,
My misadventures dastardly peaked.
In this musky gaol I am wasting away
While me life passes before me eyes
Chaplains teaching me how to pray,
Give up with their lugubrious sighs.
Long since I no longer wish for home
Before the blazin’ fires of the hearth,
Cedar sizzles and marshmallows foam
My children giggle at songs of mirth.
And me here so cold behind these walls
I no longer dream of freedom’s will,
While me sentence spurts and stalls
I swallow punishment’s bitter swill.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 17, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Wreaked with the scent of a wet dog
the werewolf stretched it's neck and howled
to the bloodred moon
Thick red fluid dripped from his long fingernails
the werewolf vented thick steam from his swollen nostrils
in a forest overloaded with pain and fear
Flexing his muscles he knew he was hunted
as he began to dart, jump and dash through the thickets
burning torches shadowed his path
His razor sharp teeth bit down into the hunters necks
he would rip their bodies to pieces
noone kills the werewolf
All the lives did dwell in town,
Laughed and grew they all,
Then , Sun rose from land and covered the sand,
With a bloody pall.
The second sun came from the west,
Out on the land came he,
Coloured in the hue of mortal blood,
It wreaked the sorrow's sea!
No one shouted , cried, moved or ran!
In air vanished everyone,
Instead of light , they had gained,
Darkness from the rising sun.
Where they went? Oh! Where they went!
Knows no one , but the ground,
In bright light , from it's sight ,
Was gone, whatever it had found!
The smoke cleared and West cheered ,
For the battle it had won ,
Else no words , of praise were heard,
About that gory sun!
Quote: When the energy of love dulls the longing for decay, the earth is at peace. By Poet
Welkin' yarns require seer tears to slump
I sought the draped orb for aid by a glance
Adam will gnaw rite apples, yet scorn stump
Bitter truth was rousing in a harsh trance
Cyclone wreaked havoc; made him prance and dance!
I'm snared in a trap of rough arms that's deep
Through vague shrubbery my gazes, they sweep;
Gray decay is dry stash of flawed niceness
Moth mouth sang a sonnet, as slant wolves weep
But trust fulfills the most swaddled calmness.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 1st, 2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
As I remember my quondam days,
I contemplate, I ruminate,
The musings of the bygone time,
Cleaves my heart apart,
With a sharp twinge.
I was tenderfoot, budding,
blossoming.
A bit naive, obtuse,
Savored euphoria in everything.
Being born under a lucky star,
In the cornucopia of,
Love, happiness, and blissfulness,
Was incomprehensible of the,
Forthcoming quagmire.
It came all of a sudden.
Like a bolt from the blue.
Snatched everything from me,
Ripped apart all the bonds,
Left me wreaked, shattered, dismay, lonely.
Those memories haunts me,
Like terrible phantasm.
Fancy to be over the moon,
Yearn to be as happy as a clam,
But how could I?
My Seventh Heaven,
Got burried under jinx.
Date of submission: 19/03/2021
one sip on
a midflight wearied...
- as -
my eyes wandered
seeked and worried...
- over -
any chance at
that washroom door...
- so -
while i knotted my calm
no leak came passing
- with -
the sounds of taps
toning and erasing water
- passing -
as leaks only bliss
sounding of nothing more
- ah -
the stink i remember
wreaked and dismembered
- some -
diner's lunch up
on the floor
- across -
the aisle blocking any
line-up at that door
- andt -
made those hours
much more sore
stans sand
He had the charm, tattoos on each arm,
a Zapata moustache and a pony.
Skin tight blue jeans, ripped at the seams,
(that showed off his prize polony).
A stud in each ear, he wreaked of stale beer,
when he smiled he showed three teeth of gold.
His car was a Beamer, a boy racer screamer,
that had the whiff of old mold.
He smoked like a chimley, and, through a glass, dimly,
he thought that he looked quite a catch.
With his wandering eye and naked lady tie,
and lime green socks to match.
If anyone would ask, or take him to task,
his lip, to a sneer, would curl.
And, with a tear in his eye, he would wistfully ask why,
he had everything but the girl?
And on that day, you will tell your son
saying: This is on account of what
the Lord, my God, did for me that day
when I went forth from Egypt...
At the stroke of midnight
I, the Lord, your God
wreaked judgments upon the Egyptians
smiting their every firstborn
from man unto beast
from the king who sits upon his throne
to the hewer of wood and the drawer of water
I, the Lord Almighty, did this
I, Myself, and not an angel
I, Myself, and not a seraph
I, Myself, and not a messenger
I am the Lord; I am He...
Note: Not a word-for-word translation from the Book of Exodus.
Rather, a poetic dramatization, but one which hews closely
to the Hebrew text. ~ gw
with punishing fury
yesternight
the skies wreaked their havoc
a rat-a-tat-tat of hail bullets
midst wave upon wave of rain
drenching the earth
this morn winds whipped
and whistled
cross bleak landscapes
occasional afterthoughts
of cloudbursts stinging the souls
of loners, prowling
debris-strewn alleyways
the glory and the grandeur
of Nature on display full force
some storm the heavens, call it evil
an omen of imminent doom
the wise man blesses the Creator
thanks Him Who makes seedlings bloom
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