#gales
Enraged clouds of deepening grey
Advance with wind-whipped waters,
As tranquil skies begin to decay.
The fierce wind howls like a ravenous beast
Splintering trees like twigs with its might,
As nature's fury prepares to feast.
Devastation rolls in like a violent dance,
As lightning splits across the darkened sky.
Nothing in its path stands a chance.
Heavy rain slashes through the air,
The surge greedily devours,
Then vomits debris everywhere.
In its wake, the lull exposes the carnage,
And the savage toll we pay in defeat
When we cannot best the weather’s rage.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 11:40 PM UTC
Longing for the land of my lineage
I am dying here, in Beggar Country
Here, where fools act the wise
Pseudo Intellectualism steadily on the rise
Where the disease celebritism has took hold
Forced out the tried and true for the shiny yet old
Where the idiom
The more things that change, the more remains the same
Is unquestionably fact
I long for Ireland
I long to go back
Give me land that's green
And rolling countryside
Give me tide to rival hell's fury
And people that mean well, amid gales so dreary
I miss fog
Like that kicked up by the mire
Give me land that's hungry
Give me people that's tired
Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 1:53 AM UTC
although you're gone
the traces of draft remains
i followed hoping it leads me to you
i wandered through the gales
you are nowhere to be found
i still feel it around me
hoping and praying you'd return
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 8:45 AM UTC
Winter Storm Warning
For tonight, chance of snow:
Chance of conditions you do not know.
"Friday night, snowy, windy,
May last ‘til Sunday,"
Maybe one day,
You’ll be laid low.
Pack all the supplies you can,
Into a bunker or four-wheel drive van,
Throw in some extras, like a tire that's bare
And tell your kids, “Let’s go.”
But where? You pretend to know.
"Anywhere, anywhere I don't care!"
Away from the house with the giant tree,
That might fall and crush you, mother and me.
Away from power lines crackling on ice,
They’re explosive and electrocution's not very nice!
Up from Cape Hatteras,
Barrels the storm,
Where we’ve heard horror tales
Of strong gales and anxious watch,
Do we trust our lazy guts or the isobars?
On to New York,
Where they never quail
In the face of danger
Though the winds might wail,
Past Block Island with towering waves
To the Sound and the fury and gale.
We grit our teeth and batten the hatches,
Tell stories of worse weather watch to soothe,
Keeping voices low and emotions smooth.
Yet weather folks, hysterical, predict our fate,
Willing the worst, making us wait.
This time the flickering power stays on,
Our street isn't flooded
And the roof's not gone.
"All that fuss for nothing!" say the young and brave,
While you have that same dream of an old, rogue wave.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
A breathe of fresh air
Or a simple breeze
But when Doris is scorned
She will strike with ease
Tearing a path through a well planned day
Ripping apart that what gets in the way
There is no mercy, no leeway or pity
An invisible force, she can level a city
Wreaking havoc and damage untold
No heed for the stupid, the brave or the bold
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC