War music

THRUM I in a kind of hum,
CHASE away the sounds of drum,
CROWD turns pale to hear the
CONCH which brings to surface all their fear.

Bathyclastic!

CONCH activated—yogurt cup hotline straight to Poseidon:
CHASE Kraken 11 and the purloined trident!
CROWD gathers at deep sonar in Woods Hole:
THRUM augurs bathyclastic tempest’s birth.

What is big?

TREAT of continental plates,
SCALE of discourse at planet’s scope.
MAGMA here is turtle’s back,
BLURTed oft at eruptions, only large to us.

Regret

BURST a hole in the
LINEN beanbag; as a result the
TRAIN of itty bitty beans
SWEEP up I now have to.