Ice Storm Poetry Thread

[cannon_fodder]

Stole this thread idea from another forum... so not my idea, but my contributions!

A simple rhyme, an Ode, limerick, a haiku,  and a reprise. I had very little to amuse myself at home last night ok?

Here I sit all broken hearted, some have power - mine's not restarted.
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Ode to he who thought above ground power lines were a good idea:

On a warm summer evening your lines shimmer in the waining rays of the sun, as they block my view of its oranges and reds.  A sore for sightful eyes they are, but their true beauty waits for better days.

In the spring they sit idle, waiting for the first big thunderstorm of the season.  Oh what fanciful fireworks as the lines bash together or the lightening strike sends transformers into blinding flashes of TV killing horror.

As spring wanes into summer your lines sag majestically into every city scape I try to admire.  The extreme heat puts strain on the more delicate elements and on a wonderfully bad occasion some actually manage to overload.  At best they sag to entice small children to attempt a rescue of their captured kites.  At worst they sag just low enough to zap my will to live.

Into the fall the winds pick up.  The wonderful swaying of your above ground lines allows for terrific arcing of current in brilliant blue flashes that is sure to test my surge protection.  With any luck your brilliance coupled with mother nature's fall fury sends tree limbs cascading through the lines.

And winter.  Oh wonderful mild winters in fabled Oklahoma.  Your above ground lines capture the falling rain and brilliantly bond it into ice.  In a battle with the laws of physics the weighted lines give way to branches, limbs and trees as well as succumbing to the sheer iced weight of their glory.  In lucky rare occasions the rounded and tarred forest holding your lines topple like well milled dominoes.  Transformers, substations and entire grids actually catch fire before plunging your subjects into iced over darkness.

Oh Mr. above ground lines in Oklahoma are a good idea man, where would we be without you?  The lack of maintenance would force you to save millions in labor and might well force men from afar to stay put in the holiday season instead of fixing such lines.  Mother nature would surely be disappointed that her fury could be comfortably weathered cuddled beneath electric blankets watching the glow of TV's glowing warm glow.

Ode to thee above ground power line guy.  I challenge you to take your great ideas to a new level.  With the advent of cell phones and satellite TV the power company has garnished a monopoly on utter vulnerability to the predictable wraith of Oklahoma's weather.  I feel the time has come, to put gas lines over head.
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I write this at home
By candle light I'm afraid
For no power yet
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The ice came down strong,
The power went all wrong,
so I tried to make all the best,
by pretending it was Oktoberfest,
I can drink and sing that song.
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AND THE COUP DE GRAS!

Iccccccccccce-lahoma where the lines come crashing to the ground,
and the generator heat, can sure feel sweet,
when the wind comes behind the freezing rain!

Iccccccccccce-lahoma, every night my honey lamb and I,
sit alone and freeze, watch a subtle breeze,
making power lines fall right from the sky!

We know we belong to the ice,
and the ice we belong to is nice,
and when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're really sayin'
bring on the snow.
Ice-klahoma!
Ice-klahoma, OK?

[RecycleMichael]

I'm a tree hugger
Except while on the golf course
There a tree hitter.

The ice storm damage
Damaged trees there as well
Now a good golfer

Still not Tiger Woods
But second shot now in play
Next storm move the sand.

[cyndezu]

I think we all need some Christmas cheer,
spike your egg nogg, suck down a beer.[]

[grahambino]

monday morning's sleep broken by the sound
of our beloved trees falling to the ground.
severing the connections to heat & light
bringing so much destruction on one single night.

[TheArtist]

Nightmare Before Christmas


  Awakened.......sat up.
A blue flash pulses in through the windows from somewhere outside.
The pitter of icy cold rain and the out-of-place sound of winter thunder, is brusquely pushed aside by an unearthly, electric groan accompanying yet another pulse of blue illuminating the horizon.
Skyscrapers once alive with golden life now cluster dark in front of a grey sky, wincing, shutting their eyes and turning their backs against the fright behind them.
In front, however, looms the silvery black silhouettes of trees, their sad shoulders hunched over, under a burden of ice. As if gravity itself is being turned up, slowly they bend and bow down. Icicles now pointing sideways at the end of their limbs like claws.
Another sound begins to echo across this nightmareish landscape. The moan and crack of trees and branches finally giving up, the burden too great.
Their limbs crashing to the ground in a burst of icy shards leaving the remnant swaying, scratching, pleading, upwards at an unyielding sky.

[RecycleMichael]

Today I saw the insurance man
He had a clipboard and a plan.
Told me that my deductable was high
Made our Christmas shopping go bye bye.

When he cautiously showed me the list
Knowing full well I would be pissed.
Our coverage doesn't cover age
Means I now have depreciation rage.

The man left knowing he done me wrong
Said I should be thankful my house was strong.
My fireplace can burn limbs from the tree
And I can light the fire with my policy.

[Kashmir]

There was a big man at Taco Bueno
That would usually make me say "oh no!"
With hair down his back
And a beard to match
A true Mountain Man, whoa!
I had no fear,
APPALACHIAN POWER was here!
Coming to make it all better.

Really, I saw some big mountain men this week, and boy was I glad to see them.  I never before saw someone eat a Wholelotta platter AND a BOB in one sitting.  But now I have.  And I'm glad...those guys need the fuel!