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Lightning sets fire,
Thunderclaps rattle dark clouds;
Rainstorm declares war!
Mar Nov 4
I wish the pouring rain
Would cleanse all of the hate,
Sadness, and insecurity
That lies within my soul.
I want the thunder
To scare my motivation,
My dreams, and mind
To do better.
If only the lightening,
Could spark my emotions,
My will to go on,
Back to life.
Title is really "Untitled," but I wrote this at 22:42 on 10.10.18, so that's what I'll roll with for now.
Sajida Maryam Sep 17
Oh my light!
YOU ARE WORTHY TO LIGHTEN UP THE SKY
BE YOURSELF AND BELIEVE
SEE, YOU ARE LIGHT
DARKNESS IS CURSE, BLESSING YOU ARE
KNOW YOUR WORTH AND SHINE
TWINKLE IN YOUR SKY AND SEE!
HOW BEAUTIFUL IT’S TO BE A LIGHT!

OH LIGHT, WHICH GLOWS EVERYTIME
NEVER FADES, SHINING, TWINKLING
BE MY SUNSHINE, SEE MY DARKNESS
TURN THEM INTO LIGHT AS YOU ARE LIGHT.
YOU KNOW YOUR WORTH RIGHT?
BETTER THAN THE CURSE, WHICH IS DARKNESS

NEVER FADEOUT, INCREASE YOUR GLOW
BE YOURSELF AND SHINE IN YOUR OWN SKY
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND PRECIOUS
YOU ARE LIGHT!
BETTER THAN THOUSANDS
Value the light in your life!
Rattling shutters
Howling wind and lightning strikes
Spark chills and wake fears
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Haiku #60
(whose video powerfully, profoundly, and
positively affected this southeastern residing
Pennsylvania papa)!

Afflicted with Cystic Fibrosis since her birth
contagious exuberance, gung-**,
     infectious jubilance noah dearth
which eye opening (then tearing)
     podcast link sent tummy
     FaceBook account,
    she distilled and
     didst poignantly blog the

     purpose driven life,
     no matter...hmm...
     her existential time
nearing thee finis
     line on planet Earth
though upworthy defying
     deathly clasp of grim reaper,
     who scythe lent

   lee doth await
she (titled lass of poem) established
     a substantial supportive network,
     via such an up
     beat aura, charisma,
     persona, et cetera create
ting global bond sans,
     world wide web, aye equate
chance lucky opportunity

     to witness airily especial
     and gutsy acceptance
     of her (congenital) grim fate
while this healthy
     (as an oxymoron) lix
     spit tilling chap doth hate
sweaty palms (a minor,
     though tolerable inconvenience)

     versus being irate
at an accursed disease
     still no cure as of late,
yet...state of
     the art revolutionary treatments
     provide longevity, and... YES
     possibility to discover a mate
though consigning severe limitations

but...WOW, that girl (unknown
     til yesterday) doth narrate
positivity, which amazing
     will power didst permeate,

within thine noggin
     triggering sincere flowing tears
     bursting forth at an unstoppable rate
hence this attempted rye
     ming livingsocial tribute
     to go for broke
     esprit de corps elan trait
completing a bucket list
    while eternal sleep will wait!
And like my favorite song
You've been on my mind since I heard you.
Escalating into the next time I hear you.
Out of the blue into my life.
The rumble of thunder.
A silent lightening.
The way you strike.
That word like food with fondest memory.
Too soon.
Defenseless to sudden strike.
Everything around shook in heavy appetite.
The way you've come in my life.
Flashing.
Revisiting everywhere you've been.
Until I see you again.
Flashing into my life
Sharp and silent.
In unending storm
the clouds gather
they darken
thunder rumbles
lightening strikes
the sky is angry today
throwing a beautiful tantrum
for the whole town to behold
sitting on the loggia
watching the rain come closer
with thunder and lightening
counting the seconds
     between the flash and the rumbling
enjoying the spectacle
     of brilliant spidery fingers
     illuminating the evening sky
each a different shape
     followed by its own soundblast
the noise of the rain
     growing louder and harsher
     with heaviness
bending the branches of trees
     roses and lilies to the ground

simply fascinating
Lightning.  
Brutally shocking, burning, destroying.
A sudden flash, out of nowhere with striking speed and power.  

Then thunder.  
A rumble,
low, distant, and spine-tingling; a hovering fear, a looming threat.  
Or a crackle--
fierce, sharp, wild, unpredictable.  
A jolt.  
A deafening, heat-stopping jolt.  
Not just near you, but inside you.  
Burning in your chest, pulsing through your blood, freezing on your skin, screaming in your mind.

It ends, but it doesn't leave.  It remains, hovering in the air and burned into your soul.  It echoes.  It fades, but it remains.
Misty Eyed Feb 16
she
she has the moon in her eyes,
and the sun in her smile.
she is a walking contradiction,
with no real direction.
unsure of the world around her,
she hides behind clouds and thunderstorms.

she is the lightening and the sunshine,
the night and the day.
she might just let herself slip away.

she has the sun in her smile,
but the moon in her eyes.

m.e.
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