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Poem: Shadorma – “Disasters and gods” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #tadhana 



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Beyond your, 

Control there exists, 

Such forces in–

The gods of, 

Weather and sky, who —

With pleasure torment.

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Killing their, 

Children, people of —

Earth they harm.

Tornadoes, 

In dry places flatten all, 

Homes; many left for dead.

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Your typhoons, 

Come raging with wind, 

Water and, 

Take away, 

Our loved ones, disappearing  gone.

Our pets have no chance.

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When you gods, 

In your games, take life, 

I wonder, 

Where is your, 

Mercy and kindness; your grace? 

Murdering, no thought.

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I wonder, 

Should I pray, not to —

You beings, 

But to gods, 

Who give a damn about life, 

Answer pleading prayers.

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Perhaps, an —

Intelligent designer, 

Can say to, 

Me in words, 

Why my wife he brought back to his —

Heavenly home first.

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Why my kids, 

Have disappeared and,

I want to —

Only be–

With them all; not alone on earth.

Explain to me why you —

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Take in earth –

Quakes, tremors causing, 

Giant waves to–

Crush any in, 

Its powerfully hungry path.

Why such waves, hate me.

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Why do the, 

Volcanoes in places, 

Explode and —

Take others, 

Around the world not caring, 

Indiscriminately.

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With no thought, 

Disasters around —

Us destroy.

And they kill, 

Each year taking more and more.

Tears return again.

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Creator, 

New God I search for, 

Will you give, 

Me peace and —

Reassurance I will see my, 

Loved ones soon? I pray —

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They’re not lost–

Forever; there’s small, 

Hope in my, 

Voice to the, 

God, I now beg for to bring me–

Relief; answer prayers. 

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Hey! This is the last post for #wordhighjuly and the Filipino word prompts. Thanks to Rosema and Maria for hosting! 

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Poem: Lunes – “Keep Your Hands To Yourself” #amwriting #wordhighjuly #poetry #gigil



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Aunty no, leave my chubby —

Cheeks alone don’t, 

Pinch them; I hate it! 

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But I’m six- years-old, 

You don’t listen, 

My words have no value.

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I’m but a child to you, 

One who should, 

Be seen, but not heard.

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Mom says it’s your generation, 

But you make, 

Me feel as if I —

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Cannot breathe when you squeeze, 

Me in your, 

Flabby old arms and get —

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Lipstick all over my face, 

I’m a boy, 

Aunt Laurel; I don’t need —

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Your horrible lipstick stains on —

My face because, 

My friends tease me later.

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But mostly I wish you’d,

Stop pinching my, 

Cheeks; it hurts and I —

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Hate you, cigarette scented woman.

You tortured my —

Cousins; now you torture me.

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No one ever taught you, 

Keep your hands —

To yourself; Next time I’ll —

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Throw off your wrinkled hands, 

And show you, 

This little boy; he bites.

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