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#Poetry #Poem<\/p>\n
SUPER TYPHOON<\/p>\n
by Bill Kochman<\/p>\n
https:\/\/www.billkochman.com\/Poetry<\/a><\/p>\n 04-18-2026<\/p>\n From the south that monster arose, Hunker down, that monster arrives, Just like demons the winds do howl, She pounded us hard from the back, Hours passed yet she wouldn’t let go, Doors are shaking and windows bend, Even though strong winds are blowing, Then at last the winds begin to recede, The floors are flooded, it’s time to mop, The clouds slowly fade, winds grow still, For many days the power has now been out, So everyone the waiting game now plays, In the fridge the milk has now gone bad, Then signs appear, life is coming back, Everywhere loud buzz saws are roaring, It is now time for barbecues islandwide, Our neighbors are chatting face-to-face, #Poetry #Poem SUPER TYPHOON by Bill Kochman https:\/\/www.billkochman.com\/Poetry 04-18-2026 From the south that monster arose, It’s typhoon season everyone knows, Better prepare to ride out the storm, Quick gather supplies, it’s our norm. Hunker down, that monster arrives, For it … Continue reading
\nIt’s typhoon season everyone knows,
\nBetter prepare to ride out the storm,
\nQuick gather supplies, it’s our norm.<\/p>\n
\nFor it is the wise one who survives.
\nHark! She blows! Oh mighty beast,
\nDanger coming from our southeast.<\/p>\n
\nSo gripped by her eye we are now.
\nFor hours her fierce wrath we felt,
\nSome people prayed, on knees knelt.<\/p>\n
\nOh it was such a great sneak attack.
\nWinds rose to 180, and gusts to 220,
\nNo doubt damage will be very plenty.<\/p>\n
\nMockingly she advanced ever so slow.
\nOminous dark clouds reign overhead,
\nThe power is out, everything’s dead.<\/p>\n
\nOh dear Lord above, is this my end?
\nSo many of these storms come and go,
\nIt’s nature’s wrath blow after blow.<\/p>\n
\nSome crazy roosters keep on crowing.
\nThe sun peeps out and gives us hope,
\nIt inspires strength so we can cope.<\/p>\n
\nMy big air-con is what I really need.
\nSometimes we win, sometimes we lose,
\nHaving no power so gives me the blues.<\/p>\n
\nWhen will the torrential rain ever stop?
\nMy candles are lit, they give me light,
\nA source of comfort throughout the night.<\/p>\n
\nThe mosquitoes now will have their fill.
\nHell on earth those vile pests are to me,
\nWhy won’t they just let this old man be.<\/p>\n
\nBut it’s really no use to scream or shout.
\nThe help we all need is nowhere in sight,
\nIt will be another hot, sleepless night.<\/p>\n
\nJust wondering for how many more days.
\nAll cell phones die, the Internet is dead,
\nWill I soon go totally crazy in my head?<\/p>\n
\nThe cheese will follow, it makes me sad.
\nAs for the meat, it already bit the dust,
\nCanned goods are safe, better to trust.<\/p>\n
\nAs everyone gets their lives on track.
\nSo many police sirens are now blaring,
\nThe traffic lights need major repairing.<\/p>\n
\nAs island folks keep so busy restoring.
\nRadios are now blaring here and there,
\nAs charcoal fluid permeates island air.<\/p>\n
\nBecause we take such storms with stride.
\nWe’ve be through it so many times before,
\nLiving on Guam will make you hardcore.<\/p>\n
\nOh Lord once again You gave us Your grace.
\nWith patience we have survived once again,
\nAs for the next one, we just know not when.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"