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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | Free verse | |

Dear Ex

Dear Ex,

I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.

It was my blameworthiness that allowed the rain to enter your car,
because your window was down.
I’m sorry I didn’t carry my 9 months of pregnant girth, 
down four flights of stairs, to the
outside parking deck, in the rain to roll it up.

It was my fault when the bank account was overdrawn by 6 cents,
due to paying all the bills on time.
I apologize for keeping the power turned on
so I could cook fish sticks and green bean soup on your salary.

It was my fault the car was always out of gas,
since I never drove it anywhere.
What could I do but apologize for that?
It was totally my fault. By the way, I met your supervisor.

Like when I forced you
to have an extramarital relationship with a co-worker
because of the weight I had gained.
I’m so sorry my Motherhoodness was so repulsive to you.

It also was my fault our marriage didn’t last longer than 3 years,
because I chose to be happy without you.
I do regret that almost never. Did I mention my promotion?
But let’s not be sad.

For all the hurtful comments I made about your manhood because,
I couldn’t think of anything nice to say. I’m sorry.
I regret that I didn’t save some of those photos for Ripley’s Believe it or Not.

I deeply regret having never told you I entered you in an ugly man contest.
Or that your third placement, won me an additional $5 gift card. 
Did I mention my new job?

So Ex, 
I hope this heart felt letter of apology
finds you prosperous and in good health.
Keep those support payments coming, and 
Don’t forget to feed the kitty!

Love, your new boss 


Details | Free verse | |

Aboriginal Sin

We made arrows from feather and bone
before burning down our homes,
our footsteps slinking 
over undulating, snow-covered hills.
____

The animals residing inside my head
follow me into the forest
where I cross streams to lose my scent.

Bugles blare in the distance,
but at my feet, the hounds lay open,
bleeding-out in morning's fresh snowfall.

These moments invoke an original sin.
I could fell a million men with the softest of blossoms -
slay a million men with a gentle, whispered caress.

And so I pray for my hate to be replaced by grace,

since you are the other half of my heart and hearth,
since you are also a victim to the plague,
it's all I can do, to atone for my Aboriginal sin.




~(2013 Halfling Remix)~
January 22nd, 2013


*Dedicated to Singing Rain: May your sacred arrows always fly true




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Details | Rhyme | |

The Rare Moment

The Rare Moment



Sitting here enjoying the hard cascading rain
streams pouring down the very clear window pane

Thoughts streaming around the light in my head
still groggy a bit from a late rise from my bed

Awaiting the hot coffee that will singe my brain
like that sweet victory over hurt, a precious pain

Sitting here enjoying this most precious morn
so very happily pleased my wonderful son was born!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-28-2014

Don't you just love it when life says, " hey life is good,
 enjoy your gifts and give thanks" ?
When that happens so often we just soak in the moment but 
this time I interrupted mine to offer a short write....


Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Details | Ballad | |

Little Blue Bird of Rain

Little Blue Bird of rain.

Rain, rain go away. 
Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again
In her version the sun dried, up all her tears
Leaving the rain inside the bird.
Destructive past sadden cheers.
Waking up to empty words
When abandoned by her peers.
Just not knowing what had just occurred.

Drowning herself in a life of Jane Doe.
Never know who she really is
When all she loves hanging her lowest moment
The rain brought out Mary-Jane.
As the bird lost its glow.
The rain tricked her once to use Cocaine.
As her feathers met that one Joe.
He broke her wing and brought more Rain.

Very young, very sweet.
Living her life in the fast lane.
Hard for her to stand on her feet.
Balanced her life on one leg, like the crane.
Curtains hang over her wings.
While she let no one near her domain.

While she flies through the heavy rain.
She finds her comfort with a pen.
Using the lords name in vain.
Cursing all her backstabbing friends
With no one around to explain?
All the sorrow left her on a railroad track.
Ending up like the runaway train.
Only she can get her life back.

If for myself I ever felt pain?
I felt more pain at what she wrote about. 
In my face on my left side 
Your poetry comes to life in my head. 
Visions of her wanting to be dead.
Oh! How I wish this life she did not dread.

You hide the tears you shed so well.
A life with balls you cut the chains.
You dam! Your parents to go to hell.
Little Blue Bird of Rain, don't let them fools drive you insane.

Little Blue Bird of Rain.
If a sparrow could show you,
There is more to life than pain.
Under the umbrella the sparrow would cover you.
No one wants to see her colors drain.
What a world to master her feathers into art.
The gift of words runs through her vein

The paintings on her wall.
A dream of a bad seed of grain.
One day our Little Blue Bird will stand tall.
To free herself from all the Rain.


  To: Rain aka- Joy Loveless
Our sweet 16 year old
      P.D.     1-1-10


Details | Pantoum | |

A Kiss in the Rain

A kiss, the kiss that will be remembered It’s a mighty kiss, romantic and true Umbrella we held was quickly rendered Then the rain landed right on me and you It’s a mighty kiss, romantic and true Harmonious moment in time expressed Then the rain landed right on me and you We held each other tight as we confessed Harmonious moment in time expressed Our kiss flows with the rain beyond our hands We held each other tight as we confessed Umbrella bumps our legs as we command Our kiss flows with the rain beyond our hands It’s surmised our hearts will always be one Umbrella bumps our legs as we command Leaves us standing in the rain like the sun It’s surmised our hearts will always be one Umbrella we held was quickly redered Leaves us standing in the rain like the sun A kiss, the kiss that will be remembered
Russell Sivey


Details | Terza Rima | |

Perfect Water Lair

The air is wet, the sky is very grey A buoy works its shift down near the shore Light is quite scarce in these clouds by the bay Might be a little rain, clouds to implore The waves are more brisk down on the surface There might be a flash of lightning no more There’s nothing between the water and grace A constant wind exists out in the air There’s a tender, calm feeling in this place Never will one find terror or despair On this ocean a perfect water lair
Russell Sivey


Details | I do not know? | |

Woman Thou Art Loosed

Chains broken........
Bonds released.......
You are loosed
and finally set free
At a point of desperation to no longer be in captivity
With an outrageous temper, deep consideration, and a unique prospective of life
Divided between the life before and the life soon to come
Woman you are released……
Like birds out of the snare of the fowlers
Like race cars at a derby,
And as wasp on a hot summer day
Torn from the inside out
In a world of despair
You are no longer bonded
Broken down by the thought of your past
You might think that others never understand
But I know the rain won’t always last
The sun will come out tomorrow and you can bet your bottoms it’ll be sunny
The rain will wash away and you will stand again soon someday..


Details | Rhyme | |

Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


Details | Verse | |

Nothing But This

Furnace pink roses blushed on your cheeks,
I held my breath when I saw you there,
Stood in the sand in a gossamer dress,
That clung to your form as the breeze caught your hair.

Bruises of rain clouds filled up your eyes,
I held you close when your spirits were low,
The feel of your skin was electrically cool
As the rain swept your face and your eyes were aglow.

I’m just a chancer who stood in your path,
I borrowed the beat of your heart just for me,
I still feel your skin in that gossamer dress
As the sun fell behind you and sank in the sea.

And I never found one last moment to spare,
I gave not one second to grant one last kiss,
But when you close your eyes I pray I’ll be there,
There’s nothing else for it, nothing but this.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Rain Water

The unpainted house with a tin roof
Which leaked when it rained_well it poured
It's known tin is tin and not rustproof
Although rain on the roof played chords
The rain still with a tin roof_well it poured

That music on the tin roof pattered
Lulling to sleep the occupants
Whose dreams during rain were splattered 
Like splashing rain upon floors patterned
When it rained, the occupants were splattered

Spirits not dampened, entwined in love's strong chord
Even when the rain pitter-pattered
Warmth and love the home still could afford
That family remembers even though scattered
Entwined in love's strong chord even though scattered 

Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Manassian Quitain
Written: January 29, 2015


Details | I do not know? | |

Cleansing Rain

Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean

Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest

O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry

Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain

To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day

Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world


Details | Rhyme | |

In My Song

I heard the rain coming down and thought of a different time…
Wondered if it was you crying across your world to mine…

Now I try to fall asleep with a picture of another day…
Dreams encircle my mind in their own cruel way…

Morning came and the rain had stopped, did it mean there was a smile…
I walked through the day looking to the sky if only for a while…

We made choices that were for the best but still we remember…
The past fell through the door like summer to September…

I lay my head in a peaceful place and I wish the same for you…
The rain will never be the same from where we came through…

I see you in the sky and you hear me in a song…
Pages turned and credits ran over coming right and wrong…


Details | Rhyme | |

Caught In The Black Rain

She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
 acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.

The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
 an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.

Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
 seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.

Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
 makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
  never go back to being simple nor plain.

Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
 no gain, and living life in vain.

Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as 
 being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
   fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.


Details | Rhyme | |

Smile

Hot 
Tears 
Stream 
Down.
Lava rain on a window pane.

Pain and struggle deteriorate the mind,
clock with out a tick, 
Just a waste of time. 

The Devil shows in spurts 
killing our inner minds, 
but God lurks and 
In him you will find 

Your sanctuary, 
little bit of heaven. 

May be hidden, like 
sherlock you MUST detect it, 
find it. 

The Holy Trinity. 

Protect hearts from 
The ideologies of society. 
Let your mind be free. 
Break titanium chains of obscurity.

Let your eyes be wise,
Visual intellectuals.
Let hearts love freely.

White Doves defying gravity with 
Glistening ruby rose petals.

The great ones struggled. 
Adversity rampant. 
Overcame the strain.
For that, 
They are heroic. 

Sear ambitions in your mind,
A picture you framed it. 
View it everyday 
Erase pain you came with.

Angels transformed by the New Testament.

The next day comes, 
Birds croon a harmonious song 
As they bask in the Sun.

Angels transformed by the new testament.


Our lost ones are adding glow to the Sun. 
Through fire rain and
Smoky clouds,  

God's Son's rays always shine through. 

Let loved ones gain 
Immortality through contagious smiles
Reflecting the Light.
As we create
Our own spotlights.


Details | Free verse | |

Unity

Sticky fingers of unity,bonding one to another.
Linking chunks of glass to original form.
A glass brushed  off a counter by a child,who feared the united sound of rain and thunder.
Unity sticks again.
Binding thoughts of a poetic mind,like a bundle of sticks
Illuminating ones fluidity in chain of thought.
Grey cement and red bricks.
A solid mix.
A bound that builds a home.
Lonely brick red hearts,cemented in communication.
Consolidation is indeed unification.
Stars in the rested sky.
United by the eyes.
Ducks flying by in "u" shaped formation.
Disturbing the shine of the moon.
Feathers of unity.
Look up at the bond.
Separated rain drops,fall to unite with the wholesome sea.
Troops at war for united states.
Bullets soar with faith.
A helmet drops and unites with the floor.
A solider dies,no longer at war.
For each life taken,a bond increased.
Tho life taken.Unity we keep. 



Details | Rhyme | |

Washed Away Hillslope

Here on a washed away hillslope
Water brought an acorn to grope
A little clay of Georgia red
Put down a tap root and make its bed
Took years to grow in this poor soil'
But it sustained on water___toil

Soil gave what nourishment she could
But help from rain that understood
Stony soil and hard rocks below
Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow
The soil strained to give very best
Oak was draining the soul of rest

This meager soil will starve the Oak
No!  This Mighty Oak only grows

Had that acorn fallen on boulder
Would have sent strong root __grown taller

This Oak became a Kingly Tree
Soil is glad to have been drained free___
Of nourishment that nurtured it
Now the rain and sun supplies pith
For soil to be greatly replenished
So Oak but prospers___soil finished

(Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Rain, Fire, Ice and Breeze '

I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …

I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower

I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’

… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’

… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Rain

Daddy, why did it have to rain today
I wanted to go out and play
Why don't the sun always shine
Then everything would be always fine

Son, your question really isn't that hard
Come take a look in our back yard
Do you see the tulips in a row
Without the rain they wouldn't grow

Now look at those vines, they climbed so high
If it didn't rain, then they would die
And the grass in the yard paints a pretty scene
A little rain will keep it green

Sometimes in life we stumble and fall
We try to understand the meaning of it all
We wonder where did the sunshine go
God sends a little rain to help us grow

I love you son and I want you to know
My prayers for you as you grow
That you experience it all, more pleasure than pain
That you live in the sunshine and grow with the rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

The moon is ours

As the rain gently falls and the world grows dark,
I am engulfed with memories that shelter my heart.
Memories so real, their pain so true,
I close my eyes and I am there with you.

The way that we laughed, the life that we shared,
when the scent of forever filled the air.
With hearts on our sleeves, to each other we held,
there was nothing more sacred than the way we felt.

Each kiss, each touch left a yearning desire,
in your eyes, there raged an endless fire.
A fire that burned solely for us,
a lifetime together still wasn't enough.

With head held low in trembling hands,
the lightning reveals the shell of a man.
Regrets like a fog, they cloud my mind,
I would die for the chances that have been left behind.

Behind on a path littered with lies,
as the thunder explodes, I look to the sky.
A sky filled with darkness, turmoil and grief,
the rain hides the tears that fall from my cheeks.

If only I would have listened and simply took heed,
I would not be here now haunted with need.
I would be there with you, the way we had planned,
instead of alone with my heart in my hands.

Heart in my hands and tears in my eyes,
to the heavens, I plead and utter a cry.
A cry for forgiveness that somehow you will hear,
never before had I held someone so dear.

That for life and always, no ,matter how far,
I will remember forever that the moon is ours.


Details | I do not know? | |

Rainy Dayz

When the rain comes 
So do my thoughts
Pouring down in drops
Like they were directly heaven sent
My poetry flows the way it was meant to be
Line for line
Verse for verse
Page for Page
My words know no skin color
No age
Just a voice
My words don't discriminate
or procrastinate
It leaves you with a choice
When the rain comes
My thoughts fester and bubble
Arising from underneath Junk and Rubble
Put there by weekly T.V.
and magazines
As the raindrops hit the ground
My thoughts fall down
And become stuck somewhere in between
Existence 
And non-existence
Waiting for me
To make my thoughts
A reality

            -Ms. Lyric-


Details | Romanticism | |

Beautifully Ruined Hearts

He stepped over her head,
	with polite procession.
Climbing the pearl ladder of dreams
			Seeking the world, something he would call Heaven.
FeetplantedFirmly
	in the clouds, tapping his toes on transparent sheets of oblivion. 
TAP TAP TAP
	away the roads of old.
		See the flowers budding anew,
watch his tender eyes as life blooms,
				And he finally began.
She knew him.
 	She knew there was a game
he yearned to play; a muscle he yearned to flex; a hole in his heart he yearned to fill.
			A teary eyed—green eyed girl peered
from behind,
	Witnessing a life come true.
A kiss of rain on a hot, sunny day...his relief, his time to fly.
			As soon as the rain came
				Such beautiful ruin followed;
		Places he traveled,
			Children he sired,
					The woman he always desired. 
And so he waved.
	And so she cried.
Such a way for her to die; truth be told she knew he’d forget for a bit.
				Truth be let go;
					He moved further away from when she knew him best.
All eagles learn to fly 
		and as they spread their wings 
					they soar above the rest.
								Riding the current,
										   
ridding the past. Looking to the sky
		Placing his hand on the moon 
and his foot
		on the greatest mountain of all; love.
			
					He is love. 
		She has witnessed his greatness in and wilted because of it; 
				    only to grow and find 
			         love 
					comes and goes 
								on it’s own.
			    
			            One of these days, she thinks,
 		                             he will remember 
				      that he loved me.
				
				      One of these years
          		   he’ll look back and see that while his life was soaring, 
			      another’s was painfully beginning.
				
                                                          One of these days, 
	                                                  she’ll forget 
				    how nice he was to her.
			    
			   And he’ll remember how nice it was 
				         to see her smile.
                             
		     But she’ll never know, for she’ll have a life of her own.


Details | I do not know? | |

Peaceful Soul

I looked up at the sky and the heavens began to rain down on me
I joyously danced as the rain wet my cheeks
And made muddy puddles under my feet
The cool mud ran through my toes and
My mind grew blank of all my woes
The rain had washed my troubles away
Like the water in the sink as it runs down the drain
Freely flowing my hair was in the wind and
Hoping that time would never end
I sheltered myself under a tree and watched the raindrops 
Drip down beside me
One by one they fell to the ground 
As my eyes gaze into the puddle
I realized my serenity


Details | Pantoum | |

Bellow an Umbrella

Rain seems to fall under my umbrella Down below it falls directly on me It leaves an impression, a firm aura The wetness of the water simply sees Down below it falls directly on me The rain flows right onto my tender face The wetness of the water simply sees And shows me how the rain falls into place The rain flows right onto my tender face Under the umbrella it seems real safe And shows me how the rain falls into place The rain seems to rub on the neck and chafe Under the umbrella it seems real safe But the rain comes down below the cover The rain seems to rub on the neck and chafe Leaving one wet and feeling depressed more But the rain comes down below the cover It leaves an impression, a firm aura Leaving one wet and feeling depressed more Rain seems to fall under my umbrella
Russell Sivey


Details | Pantoum | |

Fun in the Rain

There’s a young girl that delights in the rain She wants to play, to fool around within There’s not a better place to run again The field that’s wet, fun’s about to begin She wants to play, to fool around within Nature has ways of bringing some beauty The field that’s wet, fun’s about to begin Nothing has more life than the rain you see Nature has ways of bringing some beauty As the shower allows for fun to come Nothing has more life than the rain you see The girl sure has a lot more fun than some As the shower allows for fun to come There’s not a better place to run again The girl sure has a lot more fun than some There’s a young girl that delights in the rain
Russell Sivey


Details | Narrative | |

A Wandering Soul

My soul wanders into places unknown,
Barren, what happened to the seeds sown?
Plenty of sunlight and rain, still nothing grows.
Leaves start to fall as a cold wind blows.

I wander within, reality and dreams,
Reality bites, or so it seems.
Realizations of things yet to come,
Dreams are the source, where they are from.

The world is in color, I remain black and white.
First comes the sun and then there is night.
Circles of life my soul wanders through,
Colors paint pictures of all that I view.

It’s been raining for days, it won’t relent.
I see time pass and then wonder where it went.
I see a reflection in a puddle on the ground,
Perhaps my mind is too tightly wound.

I try to fix a hole where the rain gets in,
But the rain has soaked in below my skin.
I reflect upon times spent in the sun,
But I’ve hopped within, the web I spun.

Still my soul wanders, looking for a place.
It all disappears, without leaving a trace.
My mind grows numb from all these thoughts,
While my soul searches, it is tied up in knots.


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raindrops on paper

soul fills up,
overflows...
rain streaks down my cheeks

brightness blinds my world
darkness cloaks and chokes me up...
heaven's tears soothe me

angry skies flash teeth
wind wailing its frustrations--
drenching rain drowns soul

black and red rain
hateful words, scorching wrath boils 
daggers on paper

each word stings eyes, heart
pen takes a stab, then twists hard
raindrops on paper




** jan 15, 2011 for Skat's dark rain contest


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Kiss in the Rain

The couple, each hold their black umbrellas They’re out in the rain where it is pouring By their sides are walking gals and fellas But they have stopped in the square ignoring They’re out in the rain where it is pouring The wind starts and blows them both all around But they have stopped in the square ignoring People don’t cross their path, they’re safe and sound The wind starts and blows them both all around They are now without their protective gear People don’t cross their path, they’re safe and sound The couple planned this moment in the square They are now without their protective gear They are getting soaked but they don’t mind this The couple planned this moment in the square Moment surely comes and they start to kiss They are getting soaked but they don’t mind this Their umbrellas are now useless tonight Moment surely comes and they start to kiss Those that watch are seeing quite a great sight Their umbrellas are now useless tonight By their sides are walking gals and fellas Those that watch are seeing quite a great sight The couple, each hold their black umbrellas Russell Sivey