Summer Storm

 

Sweltering heat gives way to dark clouds.

Angry growls,

rumbling sounds.

Colour that was bright and vibrant,

gun metal grey now.

 

A drop of rain,

testing the waters.

Shouts out to the sky,

come forward its all ours.

The angry army of droplets surge down

 

People run, hiding from the torrents,

out of sight like rabbits in warrens.

Ducking and diving to stay undiscovered.

The sound of pelting water,

like gunfire over sheet metal covers.

 

The deluge doesn't want to slow,

invading, it marches to claim new land.

From green fields to open sands,

immersing the scorched ground below,

thirsty it tries to drink it in

but its too much, the ground is flooded.

 

Like missile explosions,

the spray in motion.

Puddle crater pockmarked pavements.

Rageful statements,

wrath of God, or the tears of angels.

The relentless army marches on,

drumming as they go.

Claiming land as their own,

swamping with waters that flow.

 

A brief respite from the precipitation,

sun breaks the clouds with a glow.

The angry hoard stops their assault,

evaporates the tension.

Colour returns, filled with anticipation

and up in the sky sits a rainbow.

 

 

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Last Road Out

 

Is this the path for wayward souls

or just another broken road?

Lost on these open highways,

yet in our thoughts they still roam.

Trying to find a way home.

 

Is this the way to the other side?

A bridge over stormy waters at high tide.

Do other roads loop back in on themselves

or do they end in a cliffside?

A wall built high to barricade against the flood of tears cried.

 

Is this the street

where ghosts wander free?

The last road out,

the only way to go, where angels shout

and demons sit silently.

Is it lined with trees?

Growing to remind us

of what will never be.

 

Is it a straight road

with no twists and turns?

This path to nowhere

Or do we need a guide to get there?

A map to avoid the pits of fire that burn.

Will speedbumps and potholes slow our trip

or will the road open up, let engines rip?

Is the ride peaceful

will we run out of diesel?

and have to walk the final miles

as we reminisce about our trials.

 

 

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Devil came a calling

 

The devil came a calling,

on that dark and lonely night.

Saw him with my own two eyes.

gave me quite a fright.

 

He said, “My friend, do you want all the riches in the land?

Only takes two seconds just take this pen in hand.

Sign below the dotted line.

I'll do all the rest.

I trade in souls, yours will do fine

I would love to invest”

 

The devil came a knocking,

at my door he rapped away.

Heard him with my own two ears,

his voice called out to say,

 

“My friend, I'll give you power and glory,

just a moment of your time,

I'll rewrite your story.

Just place your name on this parchment sheet,

I'll hand you a quill.

Just a drop of blood to use as ink,

please make sure it doesn't spill”

 

The devil came a shouting,

“Why haven't you signed my page?”

His face red with rage...

well redder. like an angry tomato.

I said I don't want to be your debtor.

My soul is not for sale,

my poetry books however...

 

 

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Kyle