Hurricane In Paradise Poem by Hebert Logerie

Nobody knew, in reality, his correct last name
But one starry night, without invitation
He showed up at the party. That's a shame
He destroyed doors, roofs, and a large curtain.

The muscular bouncers were no match
They got toppled over like dirty broomsticks
He also used the main door's latch
To break the pillars, and two long rakes.

Mr. Hurricane damaged and crushed ceilings
Tables, chairs, armoire, everything on sight
Man and women left bags, purses and rings
Behind. He behaved like a criminal in flight.

All of a sudden, the music stopped
There was a blackout. No electricity
A lot of sand. Too much water to mop
He came to paradise to stop the party.

Outside was a nightmare, the church bells
Were buried in the sand, women weeping
Men scared and children profusely crying
The devil was in paradise, and raindrops flew like nails.

The casualties were high. The new roofs flew away
Like dirty spits coming out of a heavy drinker
Shredded leaves were everywhere in the subway
Lucifer has landed; he wanted to showcase his power.

After causing considerable disasters and mayhems
He went up north. Hope is around the corner
The sun will shine tomorrow. A Higher Power
Returned to the scene with guitars and drums.

Copyright © October 9,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.