Powerful Live Poetry by Deb Young

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The Cheese got into a fix

When driving to work from the sticks

Water rushed onto the road

Hitting like a full load

Of a semi truck filled brimful with bricks

~Cie~

Cross-posted to:

The Cheese Whines

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

For those who don't know or couldn't guess, my other blogger name (besides The Real Cie) is Cie Cheesemeister, or Cheesy, the Cheese, or Cheesemeister.

The flood we experienced in the Boulder area was the result of several converging conditions resulting in rivers, creeks and streams rising and standing water becoming overwhelming in certain areas. We experienced as much rainfall in three days as we usually do in an entire year.

The cars that were in the parking garage at work were found to be crushed together in one corner, on top of each other.

If there is danger of flooding, never park in an underground garage.

When the water hit the health care facility on Wednesday night, workers had to push residents in wheel chairs across the court yard through up to three feet of water. I wasn't there on that night. I came in Thursday night, and if I had left later than I did, I might not have made it there. Judging by the wall of water that hit my car, there may have been a chance that I wouldn't have made it at all. It's a sobering thought.

The assisted living area, the lower level of health care, and part of the south wing of the independent facility will not be livable again any time in the near future. The upper level of health care is still without power.

There is a moldy smell pervading the entire south end of the building.

In the Southern end of the state, Manitou Springs is, for all intents and purposes, gone.

I got off easy.

I feel bad complaining about the degree of soreness that moving furniture around on Thursday night caused!

Here is some information on what a Hundred Year Flood is that you may find interesting.

Peace,

Cie

Apaluon: To Dwell Forever in the Golden Hall

This fellow is a talented poet. I happened upon his work by accident.

the golden light of the sun
through the branches i watch the rays run
They fall upon the autumn forest leaves
In the withering forest that grieves
Scattered rays that fall upon the earth's foil
And glitter on the drops of dew in the soil
Cascade their gold into the mould
Of fallen autumn leaves in fall
Forever i want to dwell in this golden hall

The Horse Thief

Durn nice headstone for a horse thief! Image found here.

A man did a dastardly deed

By stealing the old farmer's fine steed

The farmer's sharpshooter son

Came out with a gun

The horse thief has now gone to seed.

~Spectra~