Celebration

Warm and cold currents, clashing together
Resulting in bursts of thunderous weather
A large crowd of people looks up in elation
Men and women alike shout out in ovation
The time has arrived for the grand celebration

Ten lightning bolts strike deep into Earth
Ten ancient gods venerating her birth
Ten giant stars shining bright during day
Ten pious monks kneeling down to pray
Ten different tongues form a vivid bouquet

Arise! the grand forces of nature—and rant!
Hear the priests and accept their chant!
Fill our breasts with great joy and with mirth!
Ravish our minds, let us prove our worth
to our beautiful Mother, whom we, children, girth.

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Thank you, everyone!

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Sudden frustration

How can the weather be so shit?
What have we ever done to it?
Now that might really be the reason
We should arrest the sun for treason
Torture the clouds until they cry
Blow out the winds until they die
Shoot for the moon, kill its dark side…

Oh fuck it, I do not care, I’m sick and this poem can just go to hell.

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