Storms Tugged The Pregnant Clouds

Storms tugged the pregnant clouds
Like the seas documented warlords
Danger and deaths in their faculties
Like lions laundering hunger’s gown
Dark skies moved rebellious houses
Like a carefully packaged carpenter
Hammering the aching headmaster
Domiciled in the disobedient school
The winds hallowed the cold woods
Like the staked giants and monsters
In the mental and physical costume
Totally willed to the furious wildfire
The dewy-beaked doves descended
Like celebratory prophetic garment
Peaceful, patient and sound in faith
Tugging the Christ’s faithful spreads
THE THUNDERSTORMS AX THE SKIES
The thunderstorms ax the skies
With their venomous aversions
Like the temperamental tailors
Falsifying family affairs’ fabrics
The dark clouds holed the foxes
With environmental differences
Rooted in the time tabled boxes
Like groaning castrated stallions
The beep in the depth of sorrow
Beds arrows in her bone marrow
With hammers in her aching turf
Peace pitches her head in the pit
The sun clutching her tender rays
Peeps out of the cracked sky wall
Like the curious chicken in an egg
Poetically exploring her birthright
THE NIGHT REGENTS’ ROTTEN REVELING
The night regents’ rotten reveling
In the broad bands of banqueting
Wantonly herded in dreadful droves
To the urns of eateries and wineries
In vain their fads darkly unveiled
For hawks to hack and hawk hearts
To deafen ears to life enrichments
Like loud thunderclaps in the clouds
In their mass three-cornered throats
Blasphemous venoms their tricycles
Their hearts darkened and threatening
Like the choleric forces of darkness
Form the pale and tented villages
In the surly foams of surgical spirits
Their smoky immoral buildings’ view
Ruin the massive matrimonial masts
FROM THE MARROWS OF THE DEW
From the marrows of the dew
Dawn draws sorrows to brew
Noting the sun’s contrary view
Like sinners acting on the pew
Freshly flowerbeds are red cells
Ringing out their seductive bells
Winning with adamantine spells
Like nightingales’ sonorous wells
When night befalls a lonely pillow
And the bewigged breaths billow
Mortality weighs but mere light kilo
Like leaves descending the willow
Mourners hydro hammer tears deep
And the ashes for their urn to keep
With blood and water earth to seep
The giant’s life is breached so cheap
Now a demographically dud numeral
His soured sweat and wealth his funeral
The giant floored by the infant cholera
Now for his crown the dying floral
Mortality rides his chariot light fast
The fleeting breath his dung to cast
Pure salvation avails while stocks last
Remedy voided when grace races past
WATCH OUT
Lace not your finger
In dark forests of anger
Lest your strikes like tiger
Breastfeed the turbulent danger
Fashion not your fang
When all over evils hang
Lest you embrace the gang
Breastfeeding the death-rest pang
Breach not your day
With immoral debt to pay
Like the sun dispensing her ray
In the wardrobe of the golden tray
Emotions never unpack
Like the hunch in the back
Even when furies like dog bark
Sentence your hot temper to the dark
LIKE ANOTHER DAY
Like sun ray the strand
For my pupils to brand
Upon the flowery land
The best bees to stand
Like preemptive curves
Nursing the cold cough
Afflictions purely tough
For physicians so rough
Like a bottle’s hard cork
Emanates the dew dock
From my executive cock
Resurrects elegant clock
Like the light-doled wick
To hurt darkness a week
With the flames so weak
Total oceans of oil to lick
THEY HAVE COME
They have come
In their numbers
Like hot thunder
They have come
Like swift floods
They have come
They have come
In their numbers
As wild vampires
They have come
The elitist ghosts
We rim our heels
HARK! THE LARK IN LACK
Hark! The lark in lack
On the stark skyways
Courted lightning act
In winds in her wings
Hark! The lark in lack
Floated deep dreams
Murmuring in the air
Her heartbeat in bits
Hark! The lark in lack
Born for aerial styles
Showed her air skirts
To subdue dull suitor
Hark! The lark in lack
Lacked the summons
From the dark pulpits
The death’s gateway