They Call The Wind Mariah

They Call The Wind Mariah

A Poem by wuliheron
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This is a great example of how to add rudimentary organic metaphors to the poetry, which are necessary for expressing the metaphorical fuzzy logic.

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They Call The Wind Mariah



Way Out West, They Got A Name,
For Rain And Wind And Fire!
The Rain Is Tess, The Fire's Joe,
And, They Call The Wind Mariah!
Mariah blows all the stars around,
And, sends all of the clouds a-flying!
Mariah makes the mountains sound!
Like, folks up there were all a dying!
Mariah, they call the wind Mariah!

Before I ever knew Mariah’s name,

Heard her a wailing and whining,
I had a girl, and she also had me,
And, the sun was always shining!
O, but then one day I left my only girl,
I left her far behind me and now I'm lost,

I'm oh so lost, not even God might find me...
Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind, Mariah…

They say you can learn all the math in the verse,

But if you set sail in a sturdy boat you don’t love,

She'll shake you off just as sure as the wind blows!

Never loving your journey together for its own sake!

Love keeps her afloat when she’d sink to the bottom,

Love keeps her afloat in the worst imaginable storm!

Love guides our feet upon the path, in total darkness!

The albatross was a ship’s luck, until an idiot shot it.

Every child’s fond dream is the Bluebird of happiness,

While Mariah calls to me, an ocean breeze in a dream!

Blow your love to me Mariah set your heart song free!

Free your words setting your mind free upon the breeze.

I talk to, the whispering wind’s silent voices set adrift!

I talk to the trees, but they never bother to listen to me!

Set your words free, set them free and see if they return.

For when you are alone their ain’t no words but lonely!

While Mariah whispers reminding me of who I wish to be...

(Alan J. Lerner, Firefly)


© 2018 wuliheron


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I'm a brain damaged, mentally deranged, hippie dippy raised on Gilligan's Island and Green Acres, but I'm never going back there again! Currently, I'm 11 years into writing a book on Collective Ignora.. more..

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