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A B Faniki Aug 2019
Friday the 1st of August,2019 started with a
Little drizzle of rain but by one o'clock pm
Of that day -huge sheet of rain was falling
On everything in my sight, this
Droplets as little as they are, began to increase
In number and in no time began to carry everything
Not tied to the ground those tied down, they destroy
And carry the pieces, I could have sworn I heard their voice
Until the lapping of water drowns the voices.
Giving orders to each other as they go on doing what they do best
Under the sky finding their way back home to the ocean,
Sea or river of their choice. This August visitors have
Taking many lives and things worth millions in less than 24 hours.
© A B Faniki 8/17/2019 acrostic poem form . This work is about flood in august the Acrostic reads FLOOD IN AUGUST front vertical..  All right reserved part of banal tell work I hope u enjoy it
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Dandelion.
Let the wind guide you.
Don’t change with the weather,
Let it change you.
Born in autumn,
Born again in winter,
Born again in spring,
Born again in summer.

Seeds drift on the current of the air,
Carried so far away from here.
But change is needed for you.
See from a different view.
Life moves on, and we must move with it,
Or die just behind it.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.
I lean against the window frame and stare with much disdain.

Swish! Swish! Comes the rain in waves down the lane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Trees wildly dancing contorted from the strain.
Scrape! Scrape! Go the branches on walls of our domain.

Squeak! Squeak! Frantically spins the rooster weather vane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Back to the warmth of my bed where I’ll gladly stay detained.
All attempts at drifting off to sleep will surely be in vain.
kain Aug 2019
From you to me
There's ten
Or so degrees
You've a high
Of ninety five
While I'm waiting
For seventy three
I miss you more
Than the weather
Man knows
Does Denver forecast
Me thinking of your glow
This is embarrassing.
Caitlin Aug 2019
The rain resembles the pitter-patter of your words.
Each droplet— a syllable.
The chill— your breath.

I trace the streams of water
trickling down the windowpane
the same way I yearn
to run my fingers
down your skin.
I breathe in the scent wafting off the soil
and my insides warm.
The grey skies are calming,
yet electric,
as your gaze.
The drumming on the rooftop
whispers me to sleep,
gently,
as I allow my mouth to form around
the precipice of your name.
I can almost taste you.

I'm flooded with my longing to bury myself in you.

Drown me in your storm.
Drench me with your words
.
our weather patterns
aren't as they used to be
I have a feeling that someone
or something has altered their tee

twenty five years ago
I knew what to expect
in the delivery of the
weather's prospect

but these days I'm never
too sure
as to the attire I must wear
on leaving my front door

the variance in the weather
does vex me so
yet I cannot return to
the climes of the ago

I'm of the belief that the weather
will become more drastically out of whack
for there are forces unbalancing
its inconsistent back
WritinginStars Jul 2019
I keep expecting something different,
Keep hoping to see a change.
I'm searching for the warmth of sun,
But all I feel is bitter rain.
Aa Harvey Jul 2019
Global Extinction


The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.


When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.


The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.


No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.


I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they **** the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.


Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction!  No more contradictions.  
No more self-punctured nails.


Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary.  If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.


Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.


All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.


The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Arke Jul 2019
You told me once, life isn't aimless
We are all aimed directly at death
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