"irma" poems
It has been a couple of weeks
since the rigor of being McGregor
boiled down to nothing,
and Mayweather
had an Irma of punches
ricochet off of him.
I recollect this seemingly regular
pre-big-match rumor,
that the game was arranged.
These verdicters
pronounced a loss for Conor.
If so, Mc. man there
took way too many hits for the money.
Now that McGregor is left for dead,
and verily, Floyd
may or may not have added
a few more Lamborghinis
from the Billion bucks prize !!!
Many fortunes have changed.
I've fallen deep down
into this cemetery
where my thoughts lay dead,
and from the abyss sprout up a paradox
that stands for all fortunes:
We all fish in the same waters;
if one stirs a ripple,
driving the fishes away,
another is gifted a school without much labor.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
I know that while I sleep tonight
So many of you may die
A heaviness will tuck you in
Like a sheet across the sky
And together you will cower
In every corner you can find
Heart beats right in sync with
The roaring of your mind
Unrelenting punishment
From unrelenting rain
And just when you think it's over
It will return again.
With a wind that rips your soul away
As pure hell invades your sky,
Then hopelessness will take over
As your sons and daughters cry.
How sickening it is to know
That I must sleep here just the same
While you wage a war for life
Against a storm who earned a name.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
365Nectar #8 Crescent City Blues
Tues. Oct 1,2013 10:21 P.M.
In the deepest attic
the thumping blues
paint pastel portraits
of the Crescent City
In burning ripples
words slap strangers
taking refuge in Armstrong Park
Slender, **** and Shorty
growl muted tones that ravage old bones
whip thru Mid-City
and saunter thru the Garden District
all just practice to sizzle in a wild tap dance in the Quarter
High steppin Indians
march toward God
and defy gravity.
Roaring second line
being led by woman powered Pinettes Brass Band
hold rush hour traffic hostage for days
belting greasy mingling tunes
in the eye of the dusty moon
A pitch black struggle
with the old moon
liberated old souls
entangled in soaked strings
and sobbing fingers
A quintet churns and
challenges the loneliness of pain
Strumming fingers
make out with
humming strings
under a starry blue grey sky
Stomping down long black Oak-lined roads
blowing thru shotgun homes
like winter cold howling
lifting heavy weights
from shoulders
like the sun shifting against bad weather
the blues lady
open the veins
of drunken roses
Lungs full of tears
Irma holla's, cries, and moans remedies
north south east and west of a street called Desire
Oh Etta
At Last
Dim Misty light
cast a heavy shadow
on wiggling spirits
as they cast off pain
Allen Toussaint
in smokeless blaze
tips the night air
Kermit blows
Dusty blues
seducing suffering souls
bounding them to each other in bliss
Whispering around town
in a perfect velvet midnight
sweet exhalations of song birds from corner joints
dance the Ruffin groove
fiery trebles wave at people passing by
Down right ***** blues
muzzles twilight
trombones,tubas, and trumpets
lay harmony
under the harmonious thunder
of the Marsalis Masters
and low down deep
in a musty sleepless corner
is the missing Bass-man..
hung over.
Copyright ©2013 Crescent City Blues
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
They try to burry your smile when
They hear your laughter
They try to dim your lights when
They see your eyes
They try to sorrow your spirit when
They see feel your energy
They try to get in your head when
They see you zen
They say things,
They make things up
They turbenlence your peace when
They see you calm
Just like Irma before it hit West Palm
They do things
They cook things up
Don't let them steal your lights
Don't let them take your spark
Don't let them in your head
Don't shut your eyes! .
.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
IRMA LÚCIA
A tua devoção eterna à Virgem dos ***
Aclamam-te anjos com brancos véus.
Nasceste tu Lúcia com Coração doce nesta terra,
Pediste a Nossa Senhora para nos livrar da Guerra.
A santidade te pertence, pois foste escolhida,
Amaste Deus toda a vida.
Com um amor sem igual,
Nasceste no nosso Portugal.
Amas com amor e eterna verdade,
Cheia de carinho e simplicidade.
Viveste sempre no mundo da espiritualidade,
Te recordamos sempre com saudade.
Victor Marques
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 10:29 PM UTC
I was A little girl
Who loved dolls
I had a collection
Of storybook dolls
Some with beautiful dresses.
Also a cowgirl,
Whose name was Irma.
Whenever my grandma
Went on a trip,
She would return
With a special doll,
Just for me.
One time my dad
Stopped at a bar
On his way home from work,
And the bartender
Was a lady
Who made a doll
With a beautiful crochet dress.
Yellow, and full.
I was so excited
To think that my daddy
Would buy me a doll
At a bar....
Mom not so happy...
My collection grew.
The only disadvantage
Was
Every Saturday morning
Before noon
I had to take them off my large shelf
And dust them...
But the advantage
Was
I listened to Buster Brown,
Fibber Magee and Molly,
And many other radio shows.
But I still hate dusting...
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
The clouds roll in
The storm is starting
Rain is falling
Wind is howling
Darkness appears
The sun is no longer
People flee
Animals take shelter
Others hunker down
Braving the storm
48-72 hours
Of a catastrophic storm
Hits our country
With major damage to be done
We pray for you
We pray for safety
God will shed his light
The sun will shine
Things will be repaired
Life will go on...
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
They said it was a category five
Thank god its roar
Turn into a category four
Laying waste to many a life
Wiping away the property
The Caribbean’s sign of liberty
From the mishap of Grenada in 1983
10 dead
They can still look ahead
But the thoughts keep going to Florida
But didn’t think Trump kept you in his thoughts did ya
Took you a while to get the evacuation through
As the political tensions grew
And Trump declared it as not good not good
The closest you can come to trifling is by saying that Irma isn’t the result of a good mood
But enough chitter chatter because there is an SOS on the rise
In such a situation climate deniers consider climate change to be the reason as their surmise
Rush Limbaugh cannot see the truth
Because his face is buried deep in the smoke that will pollute
Hurricane Irma I pray the woman in your name understands and leaves the children alone
Because there are no sins to atone for if they are orphaned and dead alone
They’ll be on the prowl for food and money and liquor and ending up appraising the days that are sunny
But funnily anyway they are because you business ******* have increased your influx of money from the disaster stricken many
Water, air trips you’ve been taking business studies from **** Cheney
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
"what makes you feel empowered?" "i don't know"
green spirals filled the gap in our noises
i took another drink and made profound eye contact with the ****** mary
her frozen, flickering lips asked me questions i couldn't remember the answers to
are you feeling paranoid yet?
how many times have you been in love?
why does walmart sell religious memorabilia at such a reasonable price?
i ignored her, as i have since i was seventeen, so i'm sure she was used to it by now
i took another drink and smiled as she grabbed my hand and he laughed and she sang and they talked over one another about things that we would forget tomorrow
things that seemed crucial to say right now before the moment slipped away
i let them talk and tried to absorb everything about this small, dysfunctional powwow that filled my heart to its very brim
every part of the circle was so crucial, every word and laugh and sigh and sip so necessary for its completion that i was utterly overwhelmed by my very luck to be alive in a time and place where it existed
i've never felt that way before
when i walked home, the morning was early and damp and covered in the darkest dark i've ever experienced
i saw a candle flickering in a window three stories up like a (relatively speaking) modern day northern star
i turned off my flashlight and walked home in silence, basking in the green glow in the wake of fear and love and pain and joy and destruction
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 6:48 PM UTC
i swear
because of the logo
on my watery blue jeans
a hurricane in scala ridotta
used the fabrics in a way
inspired by
irma
katrine
or maybe florence
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 6:41 AM UTC
Just moments after the eye stops staring insatiably at us
You can hear the flicking on of all those machines
As you walk down the flooded streets so slow
The violinists pull the strings, and on they go
One to the left of us, three to the right
Two in front of us, and none to the behind
The conductors swing their arms
The symphony clangs, alarms
Lighting up the homes and the tv screens
Chilling the musicians, and the shaky beams
Walk around some more, you'll hear one hit a low C
While you slosh through the street's home sea
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Irma
I wish I were a sorceress.
I’m surely not a scientist.
Just a reader
Of the leaders in the news.
North Korea, Harvey, rockets
Boston Red Sox in the dockets
Charged with using Apple watches to steal signs.
Violence, hurricanes,
Cheating: Why?
This is too, too crazy.
Are these phases
Showing us,
Going towards
A monster breakdown?
Skirmishes
To Irma!
Flesh will go.
Insect, bird, yes, every minnow.
Families child-less, widowed;
Dis-endowed the moneyed crowd,
Castle, mansion, slum will go.
Marshes all will overflow.
(and we thought Bangladesh was low)
The planet’s being bashed,
Yet there are people who cash in on it.
Prayer will never be the answer.
Cancer from our own behavior.
Karma’s germ:
Now it’s Irma.
Irma 9.6.2017
Our Times, Out Culture II; Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
A Conversion Experience at the Bright Light Free Will Four Square Full Gospel Missionary Temple Outreach of the Lord Jesus Christ 501C3 of the Lamb Ministries the Reverend Doctor Master Bishop Apostle Brother Billy-Bob Hairdo and His Honored First Lady Disciple Irma-Mae a-Brangin’ Messages and a-Suckin’ in Government Grant Money
Here is a list of the thangs we is aginner
If you do any of this stuff, yew air a sinner
Th’ Lord accepts all major credit cards for His work*
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
The fugitives invaded me in the
sixties series somewhere on
TV,
one armed bandits
one eyed half wits
we watched it all
Janssen
Thinnes and
that lot on the bins
for
a touch of class.
Alf Garnett
he could be a gas
and Irma down the Street
with her
coronation chicken feet.
Taken over
one channel at a time
sublime?
Well it was all in Black and White,
so we could tell the day from night, but
not real life you understand
just pictures on a screen
now repeated
though I have seen them all before
I watch again
I so adore
**** York
Samantha,
wiggling her nose
Bouquets of barbed wire
tied to a rose.
Top cat smarter than Kojak
and the Flintstones in their
dream homes down in Bedrock.
Knock me up some dreams to dream
and I'll scream ******
Norman Bates
Hitchcock laughed at
those blind dates.
Niven
Cribbens
Poppins
moons and balloons and railway children
who'll then tell me where it went then?
Standing for the Anthem,
auntie Beeb and then some
chips and curry sauce of course
it's how we rolled in
Lancashire
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Stuck.
Once again stuck between four walls.
Darkness.
It rolls in slowly and uninvited.
Anger.
Not yet hatred but consuming.
Air.
Trying to breath and although alive, unsuccesseding.
Peace.
Searching searching deep within my soul.
Devil.
Playing games calling out to play.
God;
Trying to fortify strength and wisdom in the mind.
Sanity.
Slowly going out the more that I want to be in.
Death. Life. Hope.
Relaxation unpromising torture
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
an early teen, flaxen-haired and bird blue eyes
left me unworldly, adrift in her luscious thighs
she calmed my heart with her quiet beauty
i was untested, unknown, a teen too, her name was... Judy
how that first flight transformed a journey to a commission
laying seed to what became a life's mission
now with a long view back to then
i recount it all with a discerning ken
came Carol, Irma, Susans many, Shelley, Jane, Jean, more Judy,
Carmen, Bonnie, Maddy, Tanya, Melanie, Beth, Elizabeth, Lizzy,
Linda, Anita, Lisa, Virginia, Nancy, and on and on and on
if this troubles your mind please read no more
and judge me not with feminist angst or "what a bore"
i say just how things were in the past
times were hot... love and lust traveled fast
for those who know, from whence I speak
this is not fiction, but a wiki leak
simple recollections that tickles the mind
of robust ramblings... forgotten, but not left behind
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
California is burning
Texas is drowning
Florida is shaking
Harvey, Irma and Maria came visiting
Mexico is trembling
Bangladesh and Dominicans are swimming
Columbia is digging its way out
Sierra Leone is joining
Burma is cleansing
Arabia closed its borders
Qatar is not good enough
Yemen is restless
Manchester is recovering
London is divorcing
Syria is still weeping
Palestine is homeless
Egypt is struggling
Lebanon is trading
Humans as currency
Boko Haram is spreading
The world is suffering
Empathy is needed
Humanity is important
Why did we become so indifferent?
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
The wind, it blows
With great speed
It mows
Down houses and homes
To the degree,
unknown
Lives lost in its wake
Crumbled buildings,
Can wait
Lives lost, lives lost
Total destruction
Devastating
Flood waters
Not done taking
Floating cars
Shipwrecked boats
Start anew!
Heard someone shout
Memories and furniture
In the neighbors yard
Trees uprooted from the ground
No power near or far
These times when Mother Nature
Stirs up so many lives
We will rebuild ourselves
Its just a matter of time
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Esto es un poema.
Aquí está permitido
fijar carteles,
tirar escombros, hacer aguas
y escribir frases como:
Marica el que lo lea,
Amo a Irma,
Muera el…(silencio),
Arena gratis,
Asesinos,
etcétera.
Esto es un poema.
Mantén sucia la estrofa.
Escupe dentro.
Responsable la tarde que no acaba,
el tedio de este día,
la indeformable estolidez del tiempo.
400
Lord Jesus Christ, we could do nothing unless we stay attached to your vine...Fill us with a great portion of your sustaining power. Further, let the Holy spirit be are guide to really take heed to your saving message of grace. There are people tonight in harms way with Hurricane Irma coming through Florida. Many of are relatives live in that state dear Lord. Give then sustaining presence of your power Lord Jesus, Pray for family, friends & loved ones out searching for truth tonight. Give us a clear vision of your guiding presence. We ask that those who do not know you Lord. Maybe filled with a great sense of need. To come to a knowledge that's greater then self. Fill are hearts with your tender joy & promises. In Jesus Christ Name, Amen
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Appreciation amidst Irma©
After watching Irma terrorize Florida and the Caribbean
This is what appreciation looks like
I appreciate that:
I have hydro with which to make my morning coffee
That the roof is still on my home
The car I drive is on four wheels and not on its side
There is a place to jog this morning free of debris
The roads to get to work are safe and passable
My job is waiting for me at its usual place and time
The basement is high and dry
The bus will arrive to take the kids to school
And it is not a wading pool
There is no search and rescue
Nor a curfew
No evidence of a storm
Well rested after a night in bed
No howling winds and banging instead
Hunkered down in the dark would not have been a lark
Thank goodness for the early warning system
The many helping hands
So many agencies to heed the call
Standing up against the wall of flood
Thank you to all the brave souls
Who were out on patrols
We appreciate that which we have
And a speedy recovery for those that have loss
Of any kind
Andreas Simic©
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
All you do
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb
Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel
Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance
You seek to
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed
Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour
Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm
From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane
In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy
In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror
Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery
Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe
Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean
Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance
In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC