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A Storm in The Valley

A Storm in The Valley

A Storm in The Valley

From an awakening of a glorious shine,
That arose from the horizon of the eastern dawn,
There was once a croon and melody sound.
From Heaven in which it came, to the valley 
where it was pertained, though on one day something came,
With a hellish roar.

From Hell it was made, to the valley that gave it no shame;
When it arrived and made its stay, after the moon had made its 
Fade, over the darkness of the endless day, it lingered to the 
Groundless east and arrived with no ease. For that sullen 
Sound was a sound of clashing tides from that of a roaring 
Shore, it was nothing more, than a ravishing Storm.

For days it stayed, as the overwatch that prevented 
Any ray to come through, like such of the holy ray. 
For the Puritans, once holy creatures of He, gave no more 
Treasury to the One who was meant to sent them free. 
Though on one rainy day came a Man that was made to stay.

A Man of mystic who came from the vast realm to love the 
Puritans, who they saw, and ran away. Though the Man was 
No body of fear, like a roaring and soul eating bear, He was 
Only there to make everything fair.

To many of them he was a great and terrifying fate,
To others he was a true revival and a saint; 
And throughout these gloomy days, the Storm roared of 
Crucial pain and weeping drops of fire like the sounds of their
Unforgiving prays. For the Storm still made its stay,
Underneath the holy ray, while many of the souls in the valley 
Were now under way. 

And though the Man was dealt to stray,
From the unholy Puritans who they tried to dismay
By their lost of faith and lust for selves,
The Man of He was not there to shame them, 
But he was only there to set them free.

The Storm still roared like a terrifying boar above the souls 
For its Master that commenced the evil choir. 
For darkness the Storm gave, like the perpetual darkness 
Of night in which it came, it roared and roared at the tainted 
Souls within the doomed valley.

But though the Man was brave and could sense the cry 
And unholy rain of the roaring Storm, the Man felt no sore
Like the ones before; and so, the Storm roared once more as 
The valley was now to relinquish and release its 
New, and forever, peace.

For the Storm was no more, and the Sun was no more to shun.
The Puritans were now in their forevermore, for they had 
Fathomed once more, about the Man, who was nothing more, 
than a Rider on the Storm.

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A.J.M

      Hello everyone, how is everyone doin? I'm doin' good myself. Say, I hope everyone enjoyed this poem that I published up above. If you are wondering the background of this poem, if you want to know I'll be grateful and happy to let you know. About the beginning of my junior year, I had writing some short stories; but before my Christmas Break, last year, I had an idea/vision of a new short story that was going to be called A Storm in The Valley. I was inspired by two main things: the song Riders On The Storm by The Doors and The Enlightenment Era of American History, dating back to the late sixteenth hundreds. I grew a fond towards the later life's of the Purtians who reformed from their homeland and emerged to the New World-the Americas. But I learned later about their strict and crude perception and learning of religion and soon enough this lead to many great disasters in American History, such as The Salem Witch Trials; so while I was preparing to write the short story over Christmas Break, I, unfortunately, fell under the position of procrastination, and I did not write almost a single thing, besides fragments of sentences. But when the next year arrived, 2017, I began to write some poetry, since the feedbacks that I had received from my other short stories explaining that I had a way of poetic words, so I said to myself, "Why not try it then, I need to increase my creative writing anyway." Around January I decided to do so and I pondered about what poems I could potentially write down; and deep inside my muse and mind, the idea of the short story A Storm in The Valley was still there, still allowing me to vision vividly of a valley filled with broken and corrupted Puritans with a Storm from Hell that was there to take their rotten souls while a man was there to absolve their souls before they will all be forever doomed; so with that idea sticking in, I knew I had to write it, and I did. All and all I consider this poem to be a great summary of the short story, of the same title, A Storm in The Valley, and I will in the future wright this idea as short story, or even a novel-if I get that far. Since I am new to this website, I am already enjoying the poems from other great poets and wish you all not to stop or procrastinate with your gift of visions. But anyway, I wish you all luck, see ya around, and I hope you enjoy my literature.

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A.J.M

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Mark Gonzalez

I'm new as well to this site. You have an amazing way with words. Any help or advice you could give me would be appreciated. I know creativity is unique, but tricks for creativity flow are always accepted. For ex; I ask for 5 to 20 words from different people, then write stories or poems from those.  It helps with creativity flow because you never know what words you will get. Everything I post on this will be on the spot written. I am trying to get published world wide. Good luck on your adventures!!

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A.J.M

      Hey Mark! Welcome man, it's quite, if not absolutely, amazing that on this website there are many artists, like us all, who join everyday, it's like a parade or gathering, I always say a "Feast of Friends". But anyway I am glad to support a poet like myself and all the others on this website, since we are all here to share, publish, and support. Let's see, well I can't say, as of right now, I'll give you the "professional" or "experience" techniques, since I am only a Junior at high school, but I will give what I know so far, and quite well. First, if want to make your poems really professional sound or just put in some nice fancy words, simply create your own dictionary that is filled with high-standard and "by God, what does that word even mean" diction. Basically find a word that you can remember, spell correctly, and enjoy it, if your writer, poet, or story teller, you gotta almost love the words to the heart. Second, you must get into the flow and groove; in other words, be motivated and inspired, let something enlighten your soul and mind, both make a great idea for Mankind. Thirdly, be passionate with your form of art, it's a natural gift as well as a form of genius, if you can craft something new, or any form that can amaze an audience or the world, any!, you are a genius, and that's what a poet is, if they desire to do so, they got it, just like you, me, and the rest; so I hope that was good enough, I am really glad that I can communicate with others, especially poets, it's insane man. Also, I am also wanting to get a form of recognition, that kind of why I am here in the first place, not a lot poem contests for Teens, especially the ones that are free. But anyway, the advice I would give you if you want to get into a main stream, or any form of recognition, write your poems with a vision and heart, which you have already have, and get out there more-in other words-become more communicative, like this website, I realized that is a potential key to getting that success. All and all thank you for enjoying man, I hope to hear and read more poems about you and your visions, and hey...Give it some time, it's going to be a long and exciting adventure to get to where you want to go.

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A.J.M

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Mark Gonzalez

Thank you A.J, it is a long but rewarding journey. Thank you for your wisdom. Your level of knowledge is not depicted by your level of schooling. It is depicted by how well you understand. You are wise beyond your years. Keep it up, I can't wait to read more from you. I graduated already and one thing I know for sure is knowledge is ever-changing. There will always be a new way, for something, somehow. I'm am happy to meet a brilliant mind like yours. 

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Notelttil Enyawd

Keep educating yourself along your journey and remember that your gifts will make room for you in this lifetime 

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Mark Gonzalez

Thank you, in such few words, such a deep meaning. I will never stop learning, for there will always be something new to learn.

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