Poetry: Natural disasters - by Stacie Moyle

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by Stacie Moyle

Created on: July 31, 2011

Mother’s bounty ripe to feast
Drips nectar down rotund cheeks
Her cherubs they do not know the least

In their petulant arrogant state
Do not head thanks for gifts and grace
‘til she bears her wrath does it come late

Humility before the tides are torn,
Cries of mercy as her bosom shakes
Screams of horror to her flaming scorn

Innocence is made claim
as they turn to tear at Nature’s side
yet still for mercy exclaim.

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Blessings for Japan

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Treasures lost amidst the trampled smell of mud, where broken chairs and teddy-bears
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Vestiges...

Precariously carved
from the craggy, uncompromising slopes
of the Great Dividing Range,
a treacherous stretch
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Tsunami

Survivors, spared by the sea
Hope to be found, rescued, freed
From the worst natural disaster, in recent history

Deadly
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California Fire's ...

I hate all of these California fire's.
How it destroys killing people's hopes and desires.
I hate
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by Norma Budden

Picking up the Pieces
Picking up the pieces at the end of another day,
I see so much destruction. I'm surprised I am OK.
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