RED IN ITS ANGER

The storm approaches the shore.

A spray of water hits my face.

The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.

Palm trees sway and bend.

The sand ripples

from the increasing wind.

Birds flee for safety.

Waves crash against the rocks.

The sky darkens to red in its anger,

raining tears across the land and sea.

When will it end?

Once the sky calms,

the sun will shine.

The birds will return.

The tantrum will be over.

RED SKY

The sky glows red

with anger.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Lightning sizzles

across its angry face.

Wait.

Watch.

Listen.

The sky is still in command.

It shows its wrath.

Then it grows calm

and releases the blue skies.

THE OCEAN ROARS ITS FURY

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The ocean roars its fury.

It removes any intruders.

No boats to drift on its surface.

No swimmers to ride its waves.

Frustration hits the rocks.

Anger raises the wave swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

We wait.

Will the waters recede?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.

ICE FURY

ICY FURY

A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The wind strengthens the waves.
No time to take a breath.

The waves tease the shore,
Striking with pounding fury.
The sand is mere dust.
My vision has turned blurry.

Heat flows through my veins,
Leading me to the light.
Human flesh brings love.
I won’t back from this fight.

He rises from the ocean,
A body in constant motion.
His body melts in droplets.
I still yearn for his devotion.

Cold no longer waits for me.
Empty is the void inside.
He cannot leave without me.
But he turns his face in pride.

His fury slices the shore,
His presence felt in the wind.
I can still hear his deep voice,
Calling for me to join him.

THE DEAD GAME 

THIS WALL

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THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

A STORM IS COMING

A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD GAME
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FLUSH OF PINK

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… the inner gauge is rising to its peak …

Anger raises its head

as I thrash in my bed.

The hot flush of pink is flowing.

To my brow, it isn’t slowing.

I remember his aqua eyes

as he retold his many lies.

I watched the grim line of his frown

as he turned my world upside down.

I won’t let him ruin my night.

I need him out of my sight.

No more meetings in the dark

beneath the elm in the park.

No more whispers as we walk.

I know the town loves to talk.

I say goodbye to my fickle love

as the moon bows its head above.

Deadly Games

The waves rise in anger.

The sky burns red.

Birds flee from their perches.

Animals run for hiding.

The tides bring death.

Dark creatures soar from the deep.

They converge on our town

On horseless chariots.

Dark shadows roam the streets.

Tourists grabbed for their deadly games.

All evidence wiped clean in the morning

Of their deadly rampage through town.

THE DEAD GAME

PURPLE FURY

PURPLE FURY

The sky flashes purple and pink

amidst flashes of blue and white.

Reflected on the silvery surface

in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.

We see only a glimpse of its fury.

A quick shot of hot anger.

Don’t look away

for all too soon it will be gone.

HIS PASSION MOUNTS

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Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD GAME

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AN ANGRY SKY

An angry sky.

Its face turns red.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Hair on fire.

In control.

It will show its wrath.

PASSION AND FEAR

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

THE DEAD GAME

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