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words, poetic thought by George-B Cuvinte, cugetare poetica de George-B ©Always (my poetry collection – the sludge and other poems)


words, poetic thought by George-B (©Always)
I opened the drawer of words
And picked, mixed,
at random
with hungry hands … words

slippery
heavy
hot
lightning
wet
salt
bitter
blue
black
gray …
randomly
most leaked
through my fingers, like the fine sands
from the beaches of Mamaia …
I sat those words that did not flee
And I built a house of words
And I used that evening armature moonless night
And I put the as firmament to watch over
Being very tired after so much work
I slept in the house of words
with the firmament watching over…

©Always (my poetry collection – the sludge and other poems)

 

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THIS DAY IN THE YESTERYEAR: THE ENIGMA TORNADO OUTBREAK (1884)


The Enigma Tornado Outbreak (1884)

One of the largest and severest tornado outbreaks in US history, the Enigma Outbreak of 1884 consisted of at least 50 and possibly more than 60 tornados that tore across 10 states over a 15-hour period. In addition to the question of exactly how many tornados touched down during the outbreak, there are the “enigmas” of precisely how many people died—estimates range from 178 to 1,200—and the extent of the property damage sustained. Best estimates place the figure at how many millions of dollars? More…Discuss

 

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Unison, poetic thought by George-B


Unison, poetic thought by George-B

Our silence is shouting louder
Than a hurricane,
The sea at war with the wins,
The plane taking off and landing,
louder
than crickets in the middle of hot sleepless nights…

We got to cease this deafening silent tag of indifference,
the lack of verbal solution, this sacrilegious introversion…

I think we both know what our silence is all about:
Our endless failure to talk,

we just go walk dark,  just go silent… 

Our hearts didn’t beat in unison in ages…

Bob Dylan – Shelter From the Storm (Original studio version, from Blood on the Tracks) WOW!



BOB DYLAN LYRICS

“Shelter From The Storm”

I was in another lifetime one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

And if I pass this way again you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Not a word was spoke between us there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

I was burned out from exhaustion buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes and blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Now there’s a wall between us something there’s been lost
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.
I’ve heard newborn babies wailing like a mourning dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question man is it hopeless and forlorn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

In a little hilltop village they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.

Well I’m living in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge someday I’ll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
“Come in” she said
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm”.