Storm Poems
It's a Hummer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
peach sun has come back
long hours of rain and thunder
hummingbird plunder
hued blooms gather with
the stunning jeweled wonder
stained rite of summer
noon pause for orange
and backwards flight aflutter
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by Christene Maedeleted
Continue readingTides
by Tom Cameron
The storms
Wild, unforgiving
Violent and raging
They swarm
O! The force
The tempest it came
And the tempest it threw us off course
We're high, we're low
We ebb, we flow
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When the Clouds Roll In
by Leo Warne
On this new day the sky is mad
darkness seems to doom all man.
The clouds far up away from this land,
all of life seems to have ran.
Soaring along with the mourning lark,
while all the world is shrouded in dark.
Through the door my spirit flies,
and up unto the Heaven's high.
Scattery Clouds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The beautiful, refreshing storm's just now ended,
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
Redbuds dance for joy, for the rain is suspended,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
And the gleaming sun peeks at strawberry fields,
The zesty lemon clouds have begun their drifting,
And exquisite birdsong follows the watery ordeal.
Misty gloom has vanished, wild spirits now lifting.
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by Christene Maedeleted
Continue readingIt's a Hummer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
peach sun has come back
long hours of rain and thunder
hummingbird plunder
hued blooms gather with
the stunning jeweled wonder
stained rite of summer
noon pause for orange
and backwards flight aflutter
......
A Rose Vision
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
rage on maroon skies
hued blurred blooms stormy
wafting dyed glory
squawking chaos cries
jade nature can be so droll
green waves crash and roll
musical raindrops
where are my orange flowers
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Tides
by Tom Cameron
The storms
Wild, unforgiving
Violent and raging
They swarm
O! The force
The tempest it came
And the tempest it threw us off course
We're high, we're low
We ebb, we flow
......
Uproar
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Scurrying people
windy city wind whistling
Wet animals flee
Blue thunder, silver slick streets
Hued blooms close their perfumed rooms.
