"thunderously" poems
Sabi
My Bosnian honey
The rarest of beauties
Truly an Unicorn amongst steeds
With fleet feet
My heart races towards you
Like a rag of mustangs
Wild and free
As you are
As you make me
Though I'm a world away
I can feel your heart beside me
Beating
Thunderously
Like hooves kissing open earth
If only in spirit
It alone sustains
Our kindered hearts
Amongst the world's stampede
With wise words you used to mend
My open wounds past sustained
My debt remains unpaid
Having little to my name
I declare my love
My commitment
My everything
As a token of my endearment
As an answer to your affection
My dearest Sabina
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
...Frankenstein...dear Frank--green with disparity, confusedly amongst parts that
were sum...O Frank--never a creature under no sun could sow dark's reaping so.
Yours is a terrible Art...meat thrown to a black and white world.
Towering clumsily...wobbling that meat before a black and white world...you're
already spoken for by the precedent of your freakdom.
Your wear is worse than the ******* child moon wearing the sun's clothing...
O Frank!
Your awkward beauty...is as winter's very struggle towards spring--only to die upon
your feet while thawing.
You were never cerebral enough to have a clandestine affair with nothingness in motion...
your body's your confession.
You were struck alive...not dead...ALIVE...ALIVE--thunderously so, called an: IT!
Runaway automata...the collective unconscious of humanity's hypnotized waddle--
O Frank...where is your Heaven...where is your Hell?
You can neither be showered by, nor Fall from grace.
The longest-drawn pity to never be taken...O...the duration of your life...YOUR LIFE!
..."ALIVE"..."ALIVE"...cried your euphoric namesake...God taken step of, to play God to thee--
as such...yours is a terrible Art.
One of living-death...O Frank!
Konstantinos Mark
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
“Keep your nose clean”
His intent was momentous.
An ant like phrase,
with mountainous exorcism.
“Keep your nose clean”,
His voice like Zeus,
thunderously subtle.
Echoing and vibrating,
through regret, sin,
and fueled debauchery.
This phrase kept me true,
on-course through,
dark seas.
A map to navigate,
knowing when,
to steer away.
“Keep your nose clean”
I hear him still,
his voice sobering.
“Yes, grandfather.”
“I will”
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE
OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY
THY LORD GOD,
JEHOVAH ORI.
1)I'll adore thy
Lord with my
whole heart ♥
and I will sing
His praise in
His sanctuary.
2)I'll worship 🛐
thy Lord God,
for his mercy
endureth forever. 3)
He Who has
spread the heavens
like curtain on the
wings of wind,
earth upon ocean. 4)
For his mercy
endureth till
eternally.
5)
Praise
He our God for
He's mighty
arts are greatly
and worthy to
be praised. 6)Let
the whole world
glee in the Lord
their God and the
fullness therein. 7)
And the heaven
and it's hosts bless
thy Lord our God.
8)
Our hearts shall
rejoice in thy
Lord and the
fullness in us. 9) All
my bones shall
says blessed be
thy Lord.
10)
Let thy
Lord be magnified!
Praise God in all
tongues and let
His people praise
Him.
11)The earth
and every beasts
that crawled
the earth. 12)
Every
small and
gigantic adore
thy Lord their God.
13)
And let
Cloudnine and
His family Glorify
God for His
marvelous thangs
He has done
amongst His
people.
14)He
manifest Himself
and
sent them meal.
15)
Even in the
wilderness He
brought forte
waters
within the rock. 16)
His voice is
heard in all the
nations, praise
God. 17)
Zillion
tongues aren't
enough praise
God. 18)
For
the works of
His hands is
mighty.
19)
The
sun see and
jumped, the
rivers ran
backwards,
20)
The mountains
smokes and the
hills are covered
with flames
🔥🔥 the
Holighost fire of
thy Lord. 21)
Holy and glory
honor,
adoration,
glorification, and
songs of
doxology
unto God. 22)
For
His endless
gracious favor
and mercy
endureth forever.
23)
From eternal
till eternal,
praise God
from ever
lasting to
everlasting. 24)
Let
my heart ♥
praise God. 25)
C9fm shall adore
thy God blessed
be thy Lord
our God. 26)
Worthy
and honorable is
thy Lord God of
black tribe
of Israel. 27)
God
of the whole
earth and flesh.
May thy
only Holy names
forever be
pavilion for the
just. 28)
Those who
hopes in thy
Lord shall never
be ashamed. 29)
For thy
mercy is endless,
reaching unto
the clouds all
through the
heaven's
beginning to it's
end. 30)
Praise
God from the
beneath of the
earth. He Who
made the heaven
and earth. 31)
Unto you, all
the riches, wealths,
wisdom,
knowledge and
understanding are
been rendered . 32)
Unto thee oh
Lord our God.
Let the heart
of the just
praise and
dependent.
33)
Rejoice
in Him and
cast your worries
upon the Lord
and He shall
ease your
burdens. 34)
Glorious and
marvelous His
thy word oh
Lord.
35)
Thy word
is seen through
thy
magnanimous
arts.
36)
The skies
manifests and the
heavens roared
thunderously.
37)
The earth
heard and
trembled mighty
mountains became
ground before
thy Lord.
38)
The
angels bow 🙇
worshipping 🛐
underneath His
throne.
39)
Saying,
Thou art worthy,
holy and glory
art thou oh Lord. 40)
Who Was and to
come and is
and forever more.
41)
Let thy Lord be
magnified! Selah.
#c9_fm
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
My brain speaks in a whisper:
"You should be angry;
He should be afraid."
My lips speak just loud enough to hear:
"I don't love him;
He never loved me."
My heart beats thunderously in my chest:
"He is the best thing that's ever happened to you;
How could you ever forget?"
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I watch in retort
as you blunder
over causeways
of stammering lies,
hurtling weathered blows
from your
mournfully
tarnished
mouth.
The sound alone
asphyxiates me
and I would rather it hurry
than disable my
regal silence
with the screeching noise
of your
thunderously
garbled
deception.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
The magnificence of trees
The bumbling of bees
Flowers show grace
I can almost taste
The colors they share
I breathe in that air
Grass holds presence
With stable resonance
Birds sing melodious
Beholding to all of us
Rivers thunderously moving
Their essence behooving
Snowflakes fall like a gentle kiss
Delicate, wondrous and full of bliss
Air is so cleansing
Oceans mesmerizing
Herbs are survivors
Ospreys are divers
Ants are intense
Their strength immense
Clouds drift by
Drawing pictures in the sky
Skies are forever
With all kinds of weather
Mountains have stability
With a sense of humility
Rain is calming
Quietly balming
Deserts are mystical
Winds are whimsical
Sunsets are amazing
Well worth gazing
In awe of mother nature
A wondrous creator
The aliveness it brings
Resonates within
I am grateful for that wonderful gift
Of creating a connection and an inner shift
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
The lightning
A sharpness of illumination
The charged ions, her hands.
I want to join her
Her vehemence, her power, her random abandon
Her ardency, her benevolence
She strikes the earth with a tremendous blast
And cracks the crags of cenozo
The snapping of her leashed dogs
Excite the nightro
gen
I shall climb the mountains to the west
I have to yell loudly into the atmos in hopes of her hear
I will thunderously dance under her wet and hope its tears
If answered, I shall join my love in the aether, and become one with her.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
THE NYMPH
Beneath the water lived a nymph, beautiful as
A flower- if you like women with petals
Growing from out of their face
And lips adorned with myriad metals
Moving silently with infinite grace.
Fishermen who caught her, in alarm
Tossed her back with dismayed cries
Fearful that she would do them harm
When she exposed her fangs, darting from her eyes,
Forked tongues from each palm.
But apart from all that, she was a delightful creature
As proud as a catwalk model
Sexuality impressed into each feature
Death in each cuddle,
Poison injected from each freshly opened suture.
At the sea’s dark bottom lived the nymph
Devouring fish raw, terrifying sharks and barracuda,
Dining on shellfish and prawns for lunch;
Darting amongst Angel Fish and eels, a hungry aficionada,
Tearing into shreds what she could not crunch.
Gentle with her own kind until coition
Was complete, when if hungry she devoured
Her temporary mate without undue consideration-
No please or thank you. Feeling duly empowered
By her actions, as confirmed by her thunderously satisfied indigestion.
No longer young, her children dead,
She glides through the water from China to France
A preposterous seaweed hat upon her head
And criss-crossing her piebald nose a serrated coral branch.
Her sartorial taste filling even the sharks with fin-quaking dread.
The last of her kind. The others are (literally) toast.
Protected by animal charities here and abroad
She gladly subsists on ambitious swimmers who venture far from the coast-
All she can now catch or afford.
A capricious tyrant until the last, when, victim of a fisherman’s boast
She was hoist up like iniquitous cod
Out of the sea, paraded on the deck while she struggled for breath.
Shot at. Abused. Poked and speared with a steel tipped rod,
Dragged into the harbour, pummelled close to death.
Screaming out, as in unexpected agony she died: “I thought, I thought, I was god!”
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
Isolated I stood at the shadowed corner
illuminated only by the street lamp
across the decrepit road.
Deafeningly silent I sat perched
at the bench awaiting my vessel
to deliver me.
Coyly he drifted into my universe
wearing a cloak and a smile
that would charm a Queen's guard.
Stiff like a board I stared at him
existing at a medium between
the end and the beginning.
Puzzled I was at a loss of how
to approach this drifter and his
exceedingly charming demeanor.
Thunderously my heart thumped
waiting anxiously for my vessel
that could not come soon enough.
Do I dare succumb?
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
thundering trumpets
thundered through the township
tooting thunderously
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
On the beaches seagulls color in
the air with shrieks and cries
that bounce off sand and salty spray
Dunes dissolve to grass where
tides get tired and retreat
ebbing like a first love
whispering goodbye to its last
All the stars here on these shores
the ancient innards of earth
transformed into irregular cobbles
remnants of the ancient innards
of all the stars in the galaxy
Each night first love embraces
strangers synthesizing souls
the linen moonlight cloaking them
against the freezing darkness
Waves of salty whorls hurl
thunderously against the shore
coloring stars with eternal light
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
Mighty wind, for all your mysterious intents,
you seems to be many to me , not always so kind,
lover of fecund earth, you caress and kiss her often
brother of water and fire, you take them everywhere,
space and you are hand in hand, you are one and all!
The flowers you kiss, gently scoop the pollen away
put it in other blooms, that for long dreams fruits.
With the trees, women with unkempt matted tresses,
you play pranks,tangle them all together,in a moment.
Up you blow the fine red dust , on the winding hilly path,
conjure up psychedelic patterns, on the air out of misty dust.
You, like a dog rushing in to a flock of sheep, chase clouds
frightened they run helter- skelter, bleating thunderously aloud.
A playful kite, at your assault, shoot upwards like mad,
many in one you are, each different as you sashay forward,
and then, the passion ebbs, spirit dissipates, you seem kind,
satiated and quiet, tip-toeing like an alley cat, seeking a home.
Mighty wind, with a lasting bond with nature's elements
one with fire, water and earth, oh! how you sweep through spaces!
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
I love you,
When I am happy,
The sky is blue,
The Sun is shining sheepishly at me.
I love you,
When anger stains my soul,
The clouds clash thunderously,
The wind howls incessantly.
I love you,
When life knocks me down,
The moon lovingly beckons me to hold on.
I love you,
When fear grips me,
The night is dark,
And the twinkling stars cuddle me close,
I love you when I am filled with
various emotions,
Raindrops of tears,snowflakes of laughter and hail of sorrow.
I love you, rain or shine,
To the depths of my heart.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
when I say
“stopthis, trythat”
I speak not from the rooftops
or the pulpit.
(I feel like a small
termite
that has gnawed through your
wooden visage and delved into
certified you-
I speak
from
the
inside
red layer of your giant
possibility)
The Master of your creation gave me
colored glasses
and through them I can see
[ you ]
as you could become.
Potential.
(as You are truly)
I wish
I could tear your very trained
highly efficient
scowl
off your luminescent tie dye soul
and strike you thunderously
with coursing hope
that transcribes my spirit
onto the finest parchment paper
of time
and original Home
then instill the clearest oxygen
for your gasping
eyes
gift you with the smallest tokens
of supreme still
I am the dog scratching at the door.
it’s raining and I hate the cold
so as I whine and shuffle my feet
do me a favor:
Don’t shut me out.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
powerful silence
wake her up everytime
accepting distance
begging for goodbye
burn photographs on the wall
it doesn't matter to you at all
so she drown herself in alcohol
fading memories she could recall
she lost in her palace
her head is too light
the room is spinning
but she didn't try to hold tight
just like that
she fell back
and called it a night
that was it
she'll never be found
she'll never see light
everyone wears black
reflecting the cloud
roaring grief
filled with regret
but you laugh
thunderously
just minutes
before it turned
to a scream
you felt the horror
tingling your neck
you were scared
of the truth
that destroys
you said it wasn't your fault
you said you didn't break her
you said the bruises were already there
yes
it's you
it is because of you
but she never thought that it's true
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
down where the river bends
standing upon the hill
is that old cathedral
still tending to its flock
and the bells ring and they boom
and they sound thunderously
a roaring call for penance
echoing among sinners
the warm message remains
set on the oaken door
preaching the word of love
to crowds taken by hate
but those days are now long past
priests were traded for spiders
and dust owns gilded altar
ill-gotten gains neglected
the chapel, long empty
still hungers intensely
hungry for confessions
and still hungry for gold
so the belfry resonates
summoning poor, wretched souls
in the grasp of the abyss
to empty what they once held
the men do not hold hate
they lost that long ago
but they neither hold love
for that was robbed also
these sad men hold nothing
the cathedral lies empty
filled only with hollow men
yet its never satisfied
so tolls always fly under gray skies
from the Cathedral of St. Matthew
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
#*Grey covers the blue
A dark black blanket
Pinned on the sky
Thunderously shaking
Lacking an eye
Monstrous
Lightening danced, rapturous
Glaring at the green
Unleashing its wrath
With a downpour
Ripping off the velveteen
Dousing the sunshine
Tenebrous*#
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
Suspended high on the
Pendulum of volatile emotion
As high as my horizon
That of gravity
Which knew not my name
Discarded by the wings of mirth
The carcass of my yesterday
Collided with my tomorrow
Tainting my dreams of splendour
The dead hands that clung on
The fragile shadow
Ashamed of the light
The chasm is endless
A tidal wave of
Endless murderous desire
Drenched in vermilion
Susceptible to ruin
The rhythm of the heart
Pounded
Ever so thunderously
Intensity
Too profound to fathom
A catapult into the unknown
Deliciously so
The year draws nigh
Envisaged ends
Remain unrealised
Ready to roar
Or maybe
Just speak.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Stumbling across the periphery,
Escapist tendancies surface henceforth and again.
Deafened heartbeating thunderously infectious.
Caution to the wind.
Caution, in the brittle spirit of intermittent heartache.
Slanting sideways in the wind.
Battered yet standing have,
Caution. The winds of change blow away.
Strung along the periphery.
Tighter than pianostrings.
Pluck, pluck away,
And listen to my songs for,
My crescendo has yet to come
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Beneath wide, clouded horizons.
Radiant, expressive hues.
Fires aglow in the hillsides.
Build my castle with you
Amongst ancient, antediluvian villages.
Knowledge, wisdom of times past.
Across waving, silver plains.
Which spoken word will not outlast.
Oracles murmur among the ruins.
Caused of covetous desires.
Shaman’s chant
Possess the virgins’ dance.
A savage ritual across the fires.
Our love unites us
Across seas frozen in time.
Our love that frees us
From this fortress of solitude.
Knowing that you are mine.
Vibrations from the wings
Of electric delight
Scream thunderously across
The night sky.
Our passion providing the light.
As we journey,
Take my hand.
Do not wander,
Do not falter.
United we will stand.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 1:27 PM UTC
Oh, I'm of the sickly few. Nothing can ever, possibly just be good and my sunsets are promptly punctuated with exponentially exhausting explosions. The dawns are massive mushroom clouds thunderously silent, seeping over my twinkling twilight sky.
Oh, I'm of the sickly few. Danger lustfully lurks around every cold corner where a ghastly ghost of Christmas past ominously awaits my doubtful dreaded return. I can't confine cursed fears into the cold corner closet.
Oh, I'm of the sickly few, and that's going to change.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
Behold the mighty cloud
That floats above the rest, and is proud
Of it. His fluffiness no teddy bear
Can match. Snow is jealous beyond compare
Of his whiteness, and the fact that he
Can make rain, hail, or snow be.
The trees themselves cower and shake
When he yells thunderously, and quake
When his rage electrifies the night.
He can fly low, create fog, and banish sight
Or soar in the sky with the wind, his friends,
Who help him move faster than a car tends
To go. His awesomeness no other can show.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC