Ivan (Redouble)

Becoming cause and orchestrator of moans We stand in shock; best we go to our knees. The world ends, all left: roaches, mites and fleas. The winds declare that we'll become mere bones For the arrival, the aroused unknowns The beatings they just take, and they forgive. And I cry to my God. O' God, help please. We're taken over by the fight of mourners For night would fall, and day would be, we rot... Or we... Live? I might die. Kiss me right now Am I…real? I'm alive! ? Glory! Glory! It failed, for though outside's bad, we're happy Today… today and ceaselessly, glory! " And we will smile for all eternity. .... A tense reporter narrates and makes the tale. The same myth we guffawed about before Is told as new. It's told with a glow. The guise of great insight that says no fail- ure joins with eager eyes - as those in veil. The chaste report things heard as though they know The pains that soon befalls from Zeus's bow, From Aeolus's fanning, from Poseidon's sail. The sheep again cries wolf to remain unheard And sadly so - the cries are truth- sadly. The tail and claw are raised to break the bones Of all in the way of the angry bird That joins with the army of a mad sea, Becoming cause and orchestrator of moans. Perfect silence comes first, but to deceive; A great sapphire rests where the sky should be. The blue completely bathed in front of me, In her glory that we gladly receive The second, which never told, we'd grieve. Indeed, less pain we'd know if only we Did like the bird -the sage; the wise did flee Away… the fools refused to just believe. Some thought the sight was only a hoax: Divine mirage that time and time is seen. Just like mermaids that live in sandy seas; The climax only known in the worst of jokes; That you record and view on a big screen. "We stand in shock, best we go to our knees, " Some say. "Strap the animals that they dropp first, " The scream that walks from the exorcised old witch; An evil lizard is blamed for her inflamed itch. "The calm's the stalk, and precursor of worse Bow to your knees or you would leave in hearse. About abodes, dig deep the deepest deep ditch; Such skies did pool to take with my lover Mitch… Love my Mitch, sweet… yes youths, this sky's a curse! " Laugh I, laugh we, at the ugly, mad loon That seeks support for sayings to our doom. As far as known, she caught that feared disease, Which makes every -each- booger Hay's harpoon: And explosive force, that reeks, the nuclear boom. "The world ends, all left: roaches, mites and fleas! " Laugh we—sadly— at last king Zeus yells war; Armies: many are seen down by the bay As early darkness shows his blade: the star, The great yellow arrays in skies of grey. The march is heard; the breaking boulders do say Victory is taken the end's only now; The troops got orders: make afraid the prey; The crazies were on point; they were, somehow. And what was masked many bravely avow. Stampedes recruit the farmer and the suit Who seek to place breastplate on chests but now, Now we, the cynics pray the troops would boot; Ignorance like this God never condones. The winds declare that we'll become mere bones. Bellowing smokes are heard down by the sea Synchronized waltzing - the approach of rule, Angry mad beasts -their horses- wave fury Swallowing all but they that are in school. The ocean takes from the emptiest land, Then chews -one bite- and regurgitates It makes a mess of the abodes on sand; In gaze, we gaze, idly they play with fates. The sea's in turmoil, raided without a cause It draws from deep within, simply to give Its all. For guts the sea deserves applause; For through life's trying... she does, all will live. I anxiously wait (wondering why he postpones) For the arrival, the aroused unknowns. The same, but worse a worry of not long Weds shakes within, and measures nine at least; The swiftest rimming breeze descends from east And west, and north and south; he shows he's strong. The first to go are trees with branches thong. Twigs, leaves and garb are first released Of tasks they take to heart and soul, so cease they cannot and so they sing their song: "Enemy; comes she, and he, beg her mercy Just take of you and give; Just do! Just do! Win you cannot, admit defeat and live! " Just live? What tree can live as old Percy, Revolting the armies of age, but few. The beatings they just take, and they forgive, They turn their cheeks; so meek, so meek, so meek. The mild has passed, the real armies pursue. Umpteen: thousands have moved in; by each creek Man finds a place, dogs find a hiding too, The blades of wind divides the posts and throws Them high; a few are passed with speed: missiles. One breaks a pane - a weak breastplate- and goes Within the room; with speed and ease it whistles And takes a sheet of ply and galvanize To bring outside inside as leaves And dirt color the wall before our eyes; And shocked we run ‘way from the angry thieves. I try to move but can't instead I freeze, And I cry to my God. O' God, help please! The cry that's heard before unstable air Explodes, and drums and crackles shake Abodes, and the angry winds cause a quake. The soldier, painter and I wobble in fear. The fact we need the Lord becomes so clear. As the glass falls on the hard floor they break! It's like we're playing for every mistake: The deeds of wrong that spans the far and near. We're trapped; before the cruel winds we bow As dogs that went berserk on their landlords And getting scolded, back into the corners, with wimpy trembling and lifted brows, Repents. Then lifted, we, in one accord, Are taken over by the fight of mourners And stand to face tormenting winds and rains. As light does, we pull open the door and run Into the new room - smaller… ‘whoosh'… the gun Puts shots into this place and brains -ours- shake with fear, and knots as those in veins Obtrudes in heads. O' God, what have we done? Who drew the card: such prize ne'er be that won! Someone must've changed the lean of the wind vanes. For low when we into that place seek peace, Before the time could reach the next it blew: The sills are broken, and glass as if caught Does soar; one goes into the next and the fleece Is soaked-wet, wet. We will soon bid adieu. When night would fall, and day would be, we'd rot. And I, in eye, can see the dinosaur's fate. Their rolling ice does morph into my storm; And they also ran ‘way from her reform. would fam'ly die? The male has need of date To take the name beyond this brutal state. Mats block the panes-their way to keep us warm; Or bodies take new forms, to live we deform. Ten packed in an area the square of eight. Just where might we run to avoid the eye That sees, and sees before... and we are blind. The current flows, but falls, for trees give bow: Many but fallen for… "kiss me goodbye" One virgin asks her groom — he really shined... "Will you Live? I might die. Kiss me right now! " As they… the roof is pealed; sardine cans gave Men stronger fights. Now eight becomes but four And we're drenched. That Zeus has no rapport! On dry lands we meet a watery grave… "Sing child, sing and become very brave. Not to that Zeus, for there's mightier than he Who walked on earth and calmed the ruthless sea. Tis he, tis he, that came your soul to save" "O mom you are of faith! " Sing we. Sing we. "O glory to the eternal name, the same Today… today and evermore, O! Glory! " Sleep slips within the storm so quietly. The sky is blue: not so angry but tame, And I…real? I'm alive! ? O! Glory! Glory! The home's damaged far beyond repair, and all The trees are shaved; mountains erode away. The miles we see are bare: there's no bouquet. But, Yes! my dogs survived within their crawl The safest place it seemed: it stayed in the squall. The spirits found are happy to have stay; The smiles are not because of the portray; Fell trees, they do their part and do enthrall. What dream we dreamed so lively in its rage? Though living by the bay with warmest days, Spring needs to befriend those outside the sea, For winter was alone and waged revenge; He aim to take spring's spawn, to bring delay, But failed, for though outside's bad, we're happy… divine grace is received by the group And things not seen in ages -love- live again The neighbors move as packs when facing pain The sweets and flavors go again in loop The roads are cleaned by the mightiest troop That takes away the trees and cleans the drains Love matters more than things, than things mundane: The ride once too posh to lug takes in swoops…. "Sing child, sing and become very brave. Not to that Zeus, for there's mightier than he Who walked on earth and calmed the ruthless sea. Tis he, tis he, that came your soul to save Glory to the eternal name, the same Today… today and ceaselessly, glory! " Let's sing the sweetest song at the end of day… And I and me and we and she and he Once believed just when we did see the sea, That rain, the wind, and the angry old bay. And believed, we did not the wise and they That knew the truth, and spoke it so humbly. When news is told again, believe shall we And more and more and more, more we will pray. And sweet Calypso caused barest land to grow Its fruits again, and Soca joins with Reggae To string bamboo, flowers bloom gloriously. Of all the neighbors were favored and so, Let neighborly love grow, every -each- day And we will smile for all eternity. Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis