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H U R R Y K A N E

There goes the dish in a wrenching cry
no porn
no shopping
no channels
now
blown in the gusher
the sceech of wind
howling
with her hair
billowing flat out
in the wind

shes an animal
pulling down
the rooves of the
town
drowning
the lonesome
strays
in midnight grey
she's matting
down wiping
ground
free
fresh
destruction
born of the
Gulf
with wanton
spree

my straw house
blew away
and I
the Eye
survived
unscathed
Outside
I looked fine

but my eyes
turned
grew
the calm
looking up
where the
sun peaked
down
in a Triangle
mist
far away
a Bermuda Stare
you could feel
the black
of that line
in a stare
you didnt
want the touch
of that glare
ripping away
your breath
in a stagger
blast
tearing away
the players
like a cast
in a trinket
display

palms bend
and sweat
and work
pulling nails
and submerged
craft
grow leaves
write new sheaves

like strong walls
and will
blinking
in the calm
like nothing
could go wrong

salt air
and gulls
taking in
the calm

when
much is gone

live
On The Beach
The Hudsons
dark bank

fresh winds
blow away
the past
where
things stank
and rising
visions
sank

arise
the living
put new
shirts on
the dead

we hit the
decks
jittery with
dread
and pop
a hatch
pull open
a latch

a toast
the magnificent
and glowing
like the old
sun going down

and a nightsky
with stars
shiny as a beach
in gentle waves
be
thankful

Be brave

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Comments

are a want of ryhmye
and relatability
Lonnies good descripts and flow
spacing rhymne
and for Geremia's
Awesome poem too
about the storm
This is my re interpretation
of his actual lived event.

I guess next will be punctuation

Thanks Neopoet Gang
of poets and tinkerers
fiddlers and thinkers

Mr Esker!
(Forty something below
the ski hill lights are on
and the snow jets making
snow rise like a huge
thunderhead full of white
light and drifting west
flattened at the top
about two hundred feet
by the cold inversion layers)

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That you choose to include me in your influences list! Your themes often escape my slow-witted brain waves, but your wording and imagery convey things I could never hope to duplicate! This poem says much, and is worthy of re-reading several more times!

A brill write.
Know that we only live here
It doesn't belong to us.
This Earth creature can erase us.
We are visitors to its pastures
We must honour its being.
The Hurricane, then soft Summers day
This house of nature
We are just residing here.
It one day may become tired
Tired of our meddling
Sick of our inability to see
This gem in a universe of change
Let us be better
So that our stay here
Will be accepted.
Yours as always, Ian

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

The only thing that jarred for me is the last line of the first stanza, as you have already used the 'screech of wind' (typo here - sceech) and i think that line 'in the wind' ' is superfluous.... just me :(

Love the finish

Love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Brilliant !!!!!!!!!!!! You have the gift, my friend. This is true creation.

joe

I really found your poem inspired this Doppleganger
most of my writing comes from my day to day brushes
encounter words with those in my small world of
exchanges...as I get out more..start to speak more
clearly so I can get repoire happening with others..
smile more..More happens...Now Im getting into
Neo more too...Seeing how I can re. relate it back out
Thank You!

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