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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


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 | 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? | |

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 | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses

Wrestling Verses

Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

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,


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 | 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 | |

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 | |

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 | 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 | Rhyme | |


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 | |


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
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.
	in the clouds, tapping his toes on transparent sheets of oblivion. 
	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 
					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 | Haiku | |

raindrops on paper

soul fills up,
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

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.

Details | Free verse | |

leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
           begging for history not to repeat ~
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~

 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)


Details | Pantoum | |

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

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Details | Villanelle | |

Purple Majesty

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
To insure that his family would produce the best wine.
Grandpa, tho’ as straggly as his grape
cleared trees and topped them to admit the sun.
He would not purchase plants for his soil
and dug the trenches wider and accessed our water.
He was self sufficient and he propagated vines by his hand

We prevented winds from whipping vines out of hand
to best grow and mature the soul of our wine.
The vines followed the contour of steep site which brought the water.
The rows ran north and south to suit the grape - -
this presented light while drying and controlling the soil
allowing the plants to follow the eastern and western sun.

We placed much faith on the drying done by the sun.
We had one to backfill. We wished we had more willing hands.
We had two to dig holes, and one to hold the vine and tamp the soil, 
as the fruit began to ripen to marry our precious wine.
A crew of four was used for setting the grape.
The Vines should not be sprinkled with too much water.

We made plans to prevent soil erosion and loss of water
to the harden the wood and expose it to rays of the sun.
The Niagra White and Riesling grape.
Both needed pruning and the waste hay cut our hands.
We made sure our methods were best for the wine.
They would mature late, even in warm soil.

We found that more humus was wanted by the soil.
Some magic was performed to deliver more water.
alas, for the reward of a not so remarkable wine.
Again the wait, the prayers, the morning dew and sun.
More work, more time, sweat and callused hands.
The next year we tried a grafted grape.

We had saved our precious stock of grandpa’s grape
prepared the ground and amended the soil.
After laying out the orchard, we planted cuttings with our own hands.
Fed the young vines with love and creek water
and waited for the work of the rain and sun
before giving birth to the wine.
Our final wine was surrendered by the sun.
We captured the prize from our water and our soil.
My hands, today, still stained with the color of the grape.

Details | Pantoum | |


When you stand in the rain
And everything comes crushing down
Give a penny for your thought
Leave a space for your heart

And everything comes crushing down
Insanity, sorrow, agony, pain
Leave a space in your heart
Save a place for peace and clarity

Insanity, sorrow, agony, pain
Give a penny for your thoughts
Save a place for peace and clarity
When you stand in the rain

Details | Haiku | |

'Resonance of rain'

resonance of rain an azure sky now darkened… unseen tears roll down
Contest: Dark Rain (haiku) 4th place

Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra


My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”

Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.

Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
with the scent of paddy flower.”
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.

Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.

17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.

Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Details | Quatorzain | |

Colours of Rainbow

Colours of rainbow

Clouds when veil the mighty sun,
Morning seems so dull and wet,
Rainy day can be much fun,
Joy that tiny drops beget,

Colourful umbs run on roads,
Footpath forgets carefree walk,
Evening croak of frogs and toads,
Resting calm of a skylark!

Scent of water freshens life,
Enjoying work isn't child's play,
Woe bygone and so is strife,
As if joys will ever stay!

Rainbow colours bring sunshine,
Vibrancy touches each mind!

Iambic heptameter
Written September 28th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Joined soup on May 16th, 2013
For contest 'Structured forms- Iambic verse II' by Giorgio A V

Details | Free verse | |

''The rain poet''

When I raise my eyes
Towards the heavens
And see rain clouds gather
I, ''the rain poet’’
Wait expectantly for the rain
To gently fall
and kiss the ground
Then my dreams can be watered
And my future can acquire
A green look
I, ''the rain poet’’
Hope that as the water trickles
It will dissolve my sorrows
My dissapointments
And carry them all
To the graveyard beneath the ground
And when the rain ceases
I, ''the rain poet’’
Will not cease penning
Rainborn inspirations

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Save My Brain

Save my brain! 
It's such a great brain.
Save it! 
Save my brain! 
For a rainy day..

Don't sit out there in the rain.
And get wet..
Come inside my brain, and save it.
You'll love it in here.

Brains go up, and brains go down, 
Brains go in, and brains go out.
Sometimes brains go round and round.
Stop it! 
You're making me dizzy..

Save my brain! 
It's such a great brain.
Save it! 
Save my brain! 
For a rainy day..

Rainy Day Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day

Details | Sonnet | |

Reminiscing the Scent of Rain

There’s a certain force of the rain that flows That brings the scent to the forefront and grows On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play It only comes when it first starts to rain Smell that pleases the senses without pain Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up No scent can compare to this smell close-up At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell Aroma like floating grainy gruffness Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN Sponsor: nette onclaud 11/16/2013

Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...

Details | Free verse | |

The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 

Details | ABC | |


The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;

Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;

The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;

As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;

All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;

They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;

And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;

And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;

The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;

Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;

Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;

So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;

Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;

And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;

And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;

While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;

On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;

Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;

While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.

 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;

And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;

Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;

And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;

And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;

The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;

While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;

And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;

The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;

While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;

Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;

The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;

In the newly born rainy sunlight.


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;

And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;

The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;

And day and night this gale roars.


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;

And the life of these trees is put up at stake;

Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;

And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.

The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;

Rainy calamities take its place;

Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;

“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;

But destiny will always play a hand;

What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;

And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;

And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;

Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;

Of normal life, however boring or glum.


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;

And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;

It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;

So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;

So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;

It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;

Which will help you succeed by-and-by.


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;

And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;

So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;

Or due to failure remain depression bound.


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;

For we need all types of experience to make us grow;

Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;

But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…

Details | Sijo | |

Calm Before the Storm

A great saying states there is usually a calm before the storm How the feeling is frightening when it comes before a full moon The nighttime storms can at times bring great fear and excitement
Russell Sivey

Details | Haiku | |

Kissing In The Rain

Sparkle of kiss
Pitter-patter of raindrops
Therapy rebirth

Sparkle of rain
Seeking possession--a kiss
Sparkling clashes

Confiding through rain
And after the rainbows fade
Retired in your arms

Simple life we shared
I walked with you in the rain
All the blues drifted

Unbecoming rain
Heeded to lover’s advice
Moments of bliss to come

Bitty diamonds
Showered their naked bodies
Cuddled bright beauty

Gentle rain pouring
Never drifted us apart
Be still in the rain

Pictures: 1-7
Kissing in the Rain (2 Haiku) Contest of
Poet Destroyer A

22 May 2013

Details | Lyric | |

Passages to My Heart

Thunder echoes through the night
rumbles slightly…
Lightning flashes its bolt of light
ever lightly…
Rain on; rain on, life reigns on
till dawn; till dawn
till the break of dawn…
Love moves on 
freeing the passages to my heart…

The winding passage to my heart
Stores the secrets to our love
Love exists in no other part
When it is you I’m thinking of

Thunder echoes through the night
rumbles slightly…
Lightning flashes its bolt of light
ever lightly…
Kisses rest tender on my lips
so sweetly…
Caresses soft across my hips
Love moves on 
freeing the passages to my heart…

The winding passage to my heart
Stores the secrets to our love
Love exists in no other part
When it is you I’m thinking of

Thunder echoes through the night
rumbles slightly…
Lightning flashes its bolt of light
ever lightly…
Rain on; rain on, life reigns on
till dawn; till dawn
till the break of dawn…
Love moves on 
freeing the passages to my heart…

Love moves on 
freeing the passages to my heart…

Copyright © 2012 by Caryl Muzzey

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The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

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King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen

Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.

Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

Open the Floodgate's (I serve a living God) pt.2

{Serving a living GOD= Of all the insecure phenominals that has plague our citie's and
                                   brought much much saddness on our sister's and Brothers in our
                                    armed forces or abroad. The mercifulness of his power shall
                                   prove itself, over the forces of evil soon within the process of
                                   time. Don't let the predicament's of our Nation cause you to loose
                                    your mind.}

Poem: In a world that has gotten away from the tradition of living and respecting the his-
torical pentecostal effigy of what is written. To a wayward land of oppourtunistic individuals
that thrive's on doing what is forbidden. To a world that has polluted itself with addiction and
allienating the innocent and the tribulation from Nation too nation's. When someone can walk-
out of your life, "the saying of old is to let them go". But does one dare ask to debate of
this "living God" to "Open the Floodgate's, let it rain, rain in membranch of Hirroshema, 911
and Pearl Harbor and this man-made war in Afghanistan". Touching you spiritually, "let it
rain, of him who create's man from the grain of sand". Many times trying to hold onto some-
one or something that has gotten you away from a life of permissitive and impotent wisdom, 
has cause many of us to make decision's sommily on lust of the flesh.  "I come not to des-
troy but that you may have life and have it more abundantily, to set free, I shall return but 
do not wait. (The Lord spoke these words of Knowledge)
"Open the floodgate's", a living God would not tell you, take a loaded plane full of people's
and fly them into a building, so satin your present is "not up for debate". He has taken the
essence of time and the concept that shall never have to wait, in this world of no love.  He
will cause the sky to give way of the emnity that lie's in wait.
"Open the Floodgate's, let it rain - rain on the lost and the children's who needs to debate".

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For The Soul's Good

What a difference the sun makes. All the flowers begin to show And the meadows we pass Are full of lush green grass While all the earth takes on a warm glow. Yet we know rain is also needed Or the meadows will be parched and dry. And all the flowers that bloom With their own sweet perfume Will slowly wither and die. So it is with the seed that is planted Deep within the heart of us all. Though it is tended by LOVE Through God's grace above He allows some rain to fall. For it is tears that nurture compassion. Tenderness can come out of pain. For all the struggles we bear Are to teach us to care. They're all part of life's pure refrain. The earth is nourished by sunshine Yet the rain replenishes too. For the earth to succeed It is both that she'll need So nature provides her due. In our lives we want joy and laughter Yet sorrow too must play its part. So each soul receives its measure Of pain and pleasure So love can blossom in the garden of the heart.

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I remember when it rained

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That the rain would
While we were sleeping
rain through the porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained 
When I was still a young boy 
That the water would 
While my grandmother
Was trying to prepare supper
flood the fire place
and put the fire off
And we would go to sleep hungry

I remember when it rained
Back in the days 
That all our food, 
All our clothes
Would be subjected 
To coffee colored stains
Of water dripping through
The porous roofs
Of our twin mud huts

I remember when it rained
During my childhood days
That we could not sleep
We could not have food
to fill our hunger
We could not have
Dry clothes to put on 
And I did not like the rain 

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In a Puddle

Circular round, quite over and over Raindrops fall rightly into the puddle Grey as the darkest color except night Making the mind to become quite muddled The purest of reflections disturbed here Through the puddle it is shown now aligned Grandest creation put at a small scale It remains still when perfectly designed Great puddle reflects the world above it Only interrupted by a few drops They are a blessing to view, heaven sent Made for enjoyment, boys in them to hop Silver surface suggests sure royalty Abundance of delight, marvelous light Reflected off the surface of water Brilliant and beautiful even in night No matter how grey the sky is above Puddles collect raindrops quite lovingly Making ripples to flow from end to end Rain creates an aura and is friendly Opens the heart to the beat of a drum Leaving the feeling of awe before me No part of nature put forth projection Life that is important and surely free Russell Sivey

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

A Thank you message

Dear Soup Members,  A very Happy Mother's Day to all you mother's.
I wanted to thank everyone for not only the lovely birthday wishes but the wonderful 
comments sent on my poem being featured. I have been terribly busy these past few 
days and I just don't have enough time to sit down and personally thank everyone.
I will visit Poetry Soup and comment on your poems as often as I am able. 
Meanwhile, thank you all so very much. A special Thank you to Andrea Dietrich for her 
sweet and thoughtful blog about my birthday. Blessings to all of you. Love, Connie

I feel very honored to have my poem below featured this Mother's Day week along 
with so many other wonderful poems:

Heavy Hearted

A cloudy sky looms 
With threat of rain today,
And our American flag 
Is being shredded 
By the fierce winds 
That constantly blow,
A reminder of our soldiers 
And how they too
Are being shredded in this 
War that no one wants.

Safe and warm within 
My little castle on the hill
I can’t help but think 
How cold winter will become;
That chill to the bone 
They will feel washes over me
As compassion for their 
Bearing up stabs my heart.

As each tour ends another 
One begins, with funerals
To attend and more young 
Soldiers laid to rest with cold
Medals of honor and folded flags 
That will wave no more.
The rain is here and like my tears, 
Comes in sudden bursts.

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It's raining today - dreary it may be
The imagery of the raindrops in my view
Dripping !  In my brain I visualize
The dark clouds surrounding me
Thus I see - will there be sunlight
I look, I ponder! I watch and I surmise
the sun may peak in these predominant skies
Mesmerized - sun rays gleam in my eyes
Those beautiful hues - and yet the spectrum
The iris - that beautiful rainbow
It feeds my soul - I look at beauty
And thus blooms the flower - I know
It rained today and thus I say
The gardens grew - if you only knew
I woke - I had beautiful thoughts
Raindrops danced on my life this day
And yes! I saw a bud flourish petals
It's spring - and the rain doth bring
With a little help from the sun , my flower
Blooming in my head I visualize
Look what I saw when I looked at the skies
Imagery in my head, I thought
Imagine it  - and the bird it may sing
Music to my ears - I listen - I see
That spring - it's really blessing me
Enlightened I  saw the dead rose then grow
And I sit, I still ponder , it's roots I know
And the rose once posed- still life - of art
Prominent are the skies to make you wonder 
                                    The rain might start!!!!!
                                        Again & again
Beauteous Be Poesy is my book of poetry available on googles, amazon. com and Barnes & Noble published by Trafford Publishing. wrtten by Miss Stacey Law 

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple

My Wishes are Simple

My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.

My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.

My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.

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dry brown cracking fields at noon south wind touch cloud peaks fresh start adventure (c) Olive Eloisa 2:32pm July 24, 2014

Details | Choka | |

Showers From Above

                                                    Purple Liatris
                                         Spikes underdeveloped now
                                          Rain scarce, high heat here
                                             All suffers_trees, plants
                                         Animals must sustain sweat
                                               Rain needed at once

Contest:"Any 2,4,6, or 8 Line Form"
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Details | Rhyme | |

Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.

Details | Haiku | |

in the summer clouds

in the summer clouds
sweet rain that slowly falls ~
life's elixir

Details | I do not know? | |

A tranquil afternoon

As the rain weeps
It's nourishing tears,
i read in brevity of thought.

Spared this day
Of the gardens toil.
As the rain paints its pictures
Upon a windows pane.

With evening brings
This symphony of sounds
The patter of rains,
A release of thunder's.

At home,alone.
A tranquil afternoon.

May these simple words,
Bring to you a peace-ful rest.

Details | Ghazal | |

My Parade

From dark clouds, a sudden rain 'pon my parade
The water filled tuba complains in my parade

The finger snapping sounds on the gaint metal roof
Gives evidence life not mundane in my parade

The clown was saturated and his make-up ran
His sadness now unrestrained in my parade

The groceries got wet and the plastic bags dripped
And an umbrella could not contain rain in my parade

Walking fast pushing a cart under the umbrella Sunflower droops 
Until she puts the umbrella down in disdain in her parade

Contest: Take The Leap
Sponsor: Debra Guzzi
Written: October 18, 2013

Details | Free verse | |


Life is crazy far to crazy many people have eyes but they cant see many people have hearts but they can't feel many people have the cure but they don't use it.The flesh they rather abuse it knowledge they misuse it.You never understand the rain until you walk through it.They rather watch many suffer and prescribe false medication and watch them go through it.Why do they do it?We all have dreams and we try to pursue it.I say together we can do it but others step on heads just to do it and those are the ones that most likely win, those who sin.Those who sit back and grin when the arrows rain down on them .I wish I stayed in the womb and never crawled out.I would have held on to every organ.I swear those doctors would have never ever got me out.Send a message to the roses tell them to never bloom because the moment they bloom there  beauty will be born in doom and die far to soon.Look the gardener he is going to cut their stem and steal the beauty from them,another lost gem.As for me they try to defeat me delete and beat me but I stand strong I will last long in the rough winds and when the tornadoes come in and when the demons rush in because their here on earth killing us slowly and there contaminating the spiritual and religious leaders that claim to be holy.Holy water dose not work on those demons don't make your self look stupid and to restore earths love we need more than cupid in the worlds veins flow venomous fluids.We say we love but we hate we say we live but without fate we say jesus we need you but get to church late but wait we try to regulate but some how its far to late I bet GOD already closed the gate its sad to say it.We hide and run in all the wrong  places, stand only in the power of the lord and tie your shoe laces. Some have money and think they have it all some have college degrees and think they know it all but if you don't have GOD you don't have sh!t at all you stand and you fall yet he will answer when you call.I learned the hard way it was never easy you ever woke up and had nothing to eat you ever got dressed and knew exactly what you were going to wear because you only had one thing to wear and only had a couple pairs of under wear and you put it on with a couple of tears. In this world you have to struggle to be understood and to be somebody or should I say be apart of the norm which I don't understand because I came out of a woman just like you and we will equally be six feet under me and you..

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Tripple Puddles

Triple puddles left after a light rain Leaving the grey ground to mingle with them Sees reflections at the cross of this gem Water so calm it relieves any pain I approach with a joyous childlike glee I splash in silver puddles fervently The fun I have brings love to me surely Three puddles I see, dispels insanity Russell Sivey

Details | Ode | |

''SHE glides with grace, like one in love''

SHE glides with grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As wind and air Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.

1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest

Details | I do not know? | |

Walking In The Rain

Another day, three in a row 
the rain comes down
She found herself out in it 
walking to who knows where 
looking for a flower's bloom 
hoping to see it there

for so many years it rained 
inside of her own mind 
love pushed away, and locked 
without a key to find

the rain of all the hidden hurt 
fell like a thousand tiny drops 
as each footstep puddle sounded 
as if her heart would stop

each and every drop falls down 
into a living well 
in broken vessel empty now 
rain will someday dwell

Another day, four in a row 
the rain comes down

Details | Rondeau | |

Wet Rain Flows Down

Wet rain flows down her silken face Never showing her true disgrace Water runs quickly on her skin Shedding feelings of what’s within Falling down, learning from her grace She breathes between each flooded taste Horror stricken girl with pink lace Not knowing where water has been Wet rain flows down Rain carries on with its own pace Beads of it gather in its place She never believes that she wins By the steady stream which begins The rain pours, her heart does displace Wet rain flows down
Russell Sivey

Details | Imagism | |


The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

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Thunder from afar
Wild wise creatures hunker down
Life giving rain falls

Details | Free verse | |


 I swim in the murky waters, diving deep, nails claw mud. Lowly, I may be bowing, but I am not drowning. No, I am not beat, the struggle is not defeat. My toes dig into the earth, to feel the tangible for what it?s worth. Eyes search to find light, struggling not losing the fight. Head lifted, I seek the sky. Let this stifled soul fly. The gray clouds follow me, blinding me, I cannot see. Living with the acrid smell of my own stale air. Life may be a gift, but it?s not always fair. Looking to God, I break through the bolted door, caught between Heaven and Hell, feet planted firmly on the floor. When did I forget to live, to feel the sun upon my face? When did I decide to hide from the human race? Strokes of times clenched in fear. I wonder if the end is near. Renew my faith, Lord. I know I am not beat! The struggle is never defeat. I swim upon the murky waters, I fight the bondage of chains, I struggle with a net that was set by the unknown. I beseech heavenly Father on divine throne, Will my words of despair reach his invisible ear? Till I am set free this pain I must bare, The Holy Scripture says have no fear, but that becomes difficult when the many monstrosities appear. It also said to gear thy self with prayer which can move mountains and withdrawal the darkest cloud, but still the gray clouds follow me a darkness swallows me, it seems to devour me. The Lord is my shield and buckler so nothing can overpower me. I will not run cowardly. If the gray clouds still follow me, I'll deploy my umbrella rain boots and a poncho it can continue to rain as long as the Lord keeps me dry... 

Collaboration by:Elliott Bowe ThE DrUnKeN PoEt & Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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The clouds cried passionately
The streets took a shower  
I poured me some whiskey to drink
To drink think to link the
droplets and form an image.

My bed room window was foggy I rubbed it
with my sleeve but it slightly appeared again
when I breath.

From a distance I saw a rose it began to
appear close it was soaked the wetness 
seemed to intensify every petal the rose 
was spinning happily in the rain skipping
 making beats of its own I watched its 
thorns fall as it set its self free trying 
to escape every last bee.

I walked outside introducing my self she said
let me guess your a bee she giggled have you
come to pollinate me I am sorry I won't just 
make your temporary honey.

I said no I am a gardener who never cuts 
his roses stem for a bouquet the gardener
who waters his roses I am the moses of 
roses the gardener who removes the dead
leaves I won't be like those bees who simply 
come and leave I will wear your petals on my sleeves.

I am the gardener who counts the petals on
his rose the gardener who cherishes inhaling
the sent of the rose up his nose and guides it
as it grows  the gardener who lifts the roses
head up when the rain pours down on its crown 
and makes it frown in my garden you'll be safe and sound.

The gardener who counts the thorns
the gardener who removes the weeds 
and never fails to plant a good seed a
gardener catering to his flowers every need.

The gardener who loosens the soil so the 
roots may grow plating them in the right 
spot so the sun they will soak.

She said hmmm sound like miracle grow.

I said at least you know.

Details | Couplet | |

Broken Heart, For Sale

Saturday, rain or sun, garage sale, moving from my old heritage apartment. Years of collecting, some must go, things that have given me such contentment. Two china cabinets, one from Mom, one from Grandma, remembering with a smile. Perhaps, I can somehow fit them in, my lofty new pad, wall to wall china cabinet style. As I go through my many things and stuff, I have to laugh and say, "why did I ever get that!" Clothing gothic, retro and vintage lace, shoes, handbags, jewelery and even some hats. A broken and battered old filing cabinet, it holds years of poetry written from my heart. Need to find a new filing system for sure, should I sell some." Oh no we can never be apart!" Vases and vases, colourful and quite lovely, dusty on my window sill for years, quite useless. Porcelain dishes from Grandma, quite pretty, in my cupboards for years, lost in forgetfulness. Old movies, much watched, VHS outdated, music and well lets say it, just loads, tons of stuff. How does one say goodbye? Time to shed the old, garage sale, Saturday, rain or sun." This will be rough!" Written September 8, 2012 For the contest, A Poets Garage Sale Sponsored by Skat

Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Details | Sonnet | |

Black and White World

In the black and white world that’s here at night Keeping limited viewing with our sight The moon is present and helps a little And the rain doesn’t help, it belittles You can see by the small amount of light But without color, which adds to the fright The rain is pouring and the moon’s beaming Having me to see somewhat, it’s gleaming I walk within this rain, the moon to play I don’t know what to do nor what to say I stand too long and I’m drenched completely I’m one with nature, I’m surely crafty I go along now in the black and white My eyes aren’t able to see enough light
Russell Sivey

Details | Narrative | |

The Crops and the Cloud

A vast cloud came soaring over a field of crops in the early winter, the crops waited in despair for the cloud to rain but it never did. It just flew by without leaving a single droplet.
The crops however weren’t burnt and ruined because the winter was young and other clouds will come. Thus, someday it will rain before the summer comes and the crops die. The crops were still hopeful and nothing broke their spirit.
But as the world works on a cycle there’s always a chance that the same first cloud might come back and the crops will always be waiting for that rain.
The first cloud was forgotten by the crops, but if it passed by again it would be like a new opened page.

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

Details | Rhyme | |

Set To Sea

"Set To Sea"                  

No more rain that taste like tears...
Took my sorrows that I buried in years...
Placed them in a bottle and sent them to sea...
Hoping the tide will carry them far away from me...
Maybe to an island where other bottles hold the same..
A place where pain and sorrow is never a game...
Now the rain is just a cool reminder of a different time...
A refreshing drop of water that tastes only of happy signs.  
So let it rain, I will lay under it and let it awake and inspire me...
So I can write and play and never dread the rain and thank the sea...
A little more insight to how I love and how I blow off steam....
I play with words and love others to read and follow my dreams...

by Michael J Falotico

Details | Cinquain | |

Open Field - Visual 7

          Open Field - Visual 7

                 Bold tree
          Consumes landscape
      Cries on soft green carpet 
Tears rain on branches in the wind
               Grass sings

Create on 1/12/15 for – Andrea Dietrich’s “An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide” Poetry Contest - (cinquain form 2,4,6,8,2 syllable count) 

Details | Free verse | |


The rain fell down fiercely today.
Washed the trees and washed the birds,
the cars that slowly passed by,
And washed the red roofs of houses in town.

It just couldn't wash away this sorrow,
this inate, nevergone feeling of being alone.
My lips move but what do they say?
not a word from what runs within.

And I always hoped that like salt
the rain would melt it all away,
releasing the heavy lid upon my chest.
A naive expectation,
A silly childish mistake.

For I will die misunderstood,
I'll surely die being betrayed,
No doubt I'll die trying to mend
my full of hope, broken, bleeding heart
that 's been always as heavy as the rain that fell down today.

Details | Verse | |

Jesus' rains

the Word within the water of souls                                                                               Washing the cold shallow bowl                                                                                      The seed of self fell to the ground                                                                                     Oh mighty waters that drown                                                                                          The harden husk of a heart cracked                                                                        Revision the priceless abstract                                                                                      On past the introspective death                                                                                     To sprout new life perspective's breath                                                                            Of darks and lights of wrongs and rights                                                                        Leaving the dark night embracing the bright                                                                      By peaceful still waters a reflection                                                                                 It began with a drop this pool's conception                                                                     Flowing into a world it's self can not contain                                                                   The immeasurable love of the Lord's rain  -Rhymed verse

Details | Sonnet | |

Indispensable Essence, 2


Against the sky, the weathered land now sinks
as water pours its force upon the earth
'til mossy glades become the tattered links
between the ocean's rim and mountain's girth.
A drought creates the stagnant puddle-scum
unfit to slake the thirst of man or ape
while life on earth will shrink and soon become
too weak to fight disease or seek escape.
Yet streams still flow with water fresh and clean
to nourish all of life within their range,
as pastures blossom, lush in verdant green,
from rain which curries earth in soft exchange.
        As life cannot continue without breath,
        a rainless land may gather only death.

Details | Quatrain | |

Summer Contest

Summer Storms

Summer brings floods of feelings to surface An impressive time period done shown Having light shine down completely around Very warm with everything fully grown There’s one piece of the season that shows dark Summer rains, warmly falling on the ground However warm, storms are greatly enforced Nothing seems as dark, the sky is sure found Lightning, bright and fearfully striking down Hurling its mighty electric life force Bringing its painful terror to true light The rain from the clouds, come from its high source I know the storm comes in as a lion June seems to be stormy and rainy time A horrible scary time seems secure Fits into some time of day, like noontime Storm comes in very harshly, all about Direly people scurry to find shelter Summer rain is not the best event here Rain is surely a large storm, a basher I look at times passing, enlightenment Knowing the summer might just be the best Even with summer rain, it’s wonderful Rain might be huge, but the summer has zest
Russell Sivey Entrant into Judy Konos's "Searching For Summer" contest 3/3/2013

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Wet memory

Wet memory

A hidden memory breath out deep
Before Queen Elizabeth II I swallow up the sun with my hands
And I don't die from the loves fire
Even when the bite pain asnostalgia impartibly

A kiss is absentat the corner of the lips slot
the rain embraces tear of mother who waits
I closed the pain at Shakespeare's house
and I dialogue with Hamlet in Esperanto

To the Palace of Queen has noise
A warm hug suffers
Landscape happiness locked in cage of stories
is not heard as the voice of your violin

Winter chill and fog seasons here
We didn't saw even after a century
At A5 winter hosts springs in huge
It was said that Da Vinci's Code has not completed

Yesterday didn't beat even Big Ben after a wounded autumn
London Eye kisses viewing beyond sacrificial
In English I don´t understand either your calendar time
There is a lack of rain tomany at Buckingham Palace

With the heat I love and suffer the verse and untold word
In the the Dunstable frozen tear gives farewell to the silence
I am crouched by the tears and wet to the bone
Re knit sighs of a killed love many years

Details | I do not know? | |

The Storm

Rain falls on the roof
Each drop plays a familiar note
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on

A chill fills the summer air
My body aches with fear and longing
No comfort to be found inside
The storm rages on

Raindrops hit my face
One by one, they awaken my senses
To erase fear, doubt, and sensibility
The storm rages on

Lightning streaks across the sky
I am blind to the dangers ahead
In the flash of light I see only hope
The storm rages on

As fast as it came
The rain starts to fade
I retreat inside my shelter
The storm rages on

My thirst overcomes me
I am consumed by the need
To feel the rain on my face again
The storm rages on

The stars shine like gems
On a cloudless night
I toss and turn no sleep to be found
The storm rages on

Details | I do not know? | |

Where The Purple Flowers Fall

Have you seen where the purple flowers fall? 
Near that house of Broken Glass
That is Where the purple flowers fall
Near that house of Shattered Dreams 
Movements of the Wind 
Move the glass from Dreams 
Where the Purple Flowers Fall
Never Ending never slowing down 
Never Giving there dreams away 
To the unwilling 
Souls of the forest 
Aligned with the Spirit of the Wind
Where the Purple Flowers Fall
Forever to the willing 
She who is in control 
Of all things living 
Walking Through time itself 
Yet Weary she is 
Moving slowly Among the trees 
The house Of shattered glass is her home 
Where Dreams reside
There She dances On the glass
But her feet do not Bleed
For she Dances on Dreams 
Not True Glass 
For some Dreams are Jagged 
Life life 
Life moves with her Like the wind 
Like water 
Like Earth 
But not like Fire 
Fire burns and destroys
She would never Destroy
For all she can give is life and love 
Yet she has no name 
She has no need for names 
For she is The Purple Flowers that Fall 
Never ending Always there 
Yet there are those who want her Gone 
They fight her 
with there machines 
Yet she finds the strength to go on   
To Grow where others Burn
She Spreads life 
Forever wanting 
Dreams are whats in the glass 
As your reflection shines back at you 
I to wish to see my reflection in the glass 
In the Jagged glass Of that house
Where the purple flowers fall
Forever and always 
For dreams never die 
The live longer 
Then we ever will 
They were here before 
And will be here after
Long after we are gone 
I wish to Dance On dreams 
To be the flowers that fall 
To be with her forever 
Where the Purple Flowers fall 
Yet there is no plant from which they fall 
They Rain From the Sky 
Always Falling 
Always Wanting 
Never Ending 
For Each petal 
Is a Dream that joins her and the glass 
The Glass is the dreams that never come true 
That is when dreams become the Glass 
On which we all dance 
You me and her 
Where the Purple Flowers fall 
Where we Join hands 
And Fall with the flowers 
Onto the the Shattered glass 
on which we dance 
Waiting for our foot to Peirce the Glass
The dream that wasn't lived   
And Live it 
Always And Forever 
We Dance on the flowers 
Of others dreams 
This is where i would like to go 
To see my reflection In the glass 
And to see purple rain fall from the sky 
Where The Purple Flowers Fall

Details | Free verse | |

The Nude Girl

There is a beautiful girl sitting
Awaiting the rain to come down
She’s sitting naked, the aura entices
Having a collage of infinite sayings
She shows her body to all around
There’s writing on her slender back
A rainbow of color infuses her heart
And all I can see is a tattered image
Of what her perfect body used to be
A veil covers her eyes that’s persistent
Her soul is out in the open, exposed
A beauty that’s silenced by no one
The rain comes down all at once
Caressing her nude body pleasantly
Now her masterful sayings make sense
This red head embraces herself lovingly
Finally bringing herself the elusive joy

Russell Sivey

Details | Lyric | |

First Day of Spring

Written October 26, 2013

Love cries out from a songbird
On the first day of spring
And all the flowers bloom in the rain
And sunshine reigns
Over every boy and every girl
In this town that's driving me insane

On the first day of spring
The beginning of the end
Blue skies pulling me in
Along with all my friends
Rain shields the sun again

Alone in my room
I rescind
To the deepest depths of my soul
To sew back shut a hole
That will make me whole

I'm melting to the permafrost
How I feel so lost
In the world I used to call my own
Now I feel so alone
Without a house to call my home

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Threat Of A Late Winter's Storm

Delicate verdant leaves on the Weeping Willow dance in the brisk wind like a harem dancer's 
sheer covering. The sighing of the pines sounds like a cymbal gently playing.  As rain 
droplets sparse and large touch bounce upon late winter's earth, gray amassed clouds pass 
over at a moderate rate speed...Then stillness__Is this the quiet before the major storm or 
only a repose giving the turbulance a break from blowing in the storm from the west?  The 
Star Magnolia that was devoid of flowers yesterday fifteen open in different stages..Will the 
harsh wind and rain destroy their beauty and let only such a brief life be theirs?  The 
Japanese Magnolia has flowers open in different stages with more on it than ever a year 
before..The Bradford Pear buds opened during the cold late winter's night gracing all who 
pass with their gracious beauty...Yes, as in life the storm did blown with harsh winds and 
chilling rain...Damage was done to the lovely spring buds and blooms..After the storm, the 
survivors were hanging on with a quiet strenght..

Details | Free verse | |

Voices of the rain

Above the corrugated iron roofs of our house
With no ceiling underneath I hear as 
The rain softly murmurs with its many voices
As if they come from a distant crowd
These voices remind me of the dead
And the future they have left behind
As the murmur seems to grow into silence
I walk towards the doorway and stand there for a while
And watch as the rain dances on the ground
And wonder if the dead have ears to hear its many voices
And  wonder if it reminds them too
Of the future they have left behind
And if they ever dream of coming back to life
To show us how the future should be lived
But the rainbow at the end of the rain
Tells me that the future is not for the dead 
But for us the living to inherit
And when our time in this world has passed
We shall leave it behind too 
For the living of that time to inherit

Details | Rispetto | |

Storm Rages On

On a horse I watch as the rain comes down hard Water comes pelting onto my skin, I’m lost Storm enters full force with winds lifting skyward Lightning comes with amazing strength, I am tossed The storm rages on, fiercely bombarding me With awesome horizontal rain blasting free Hurting me and my soul by the wind’s grand source The storm’s massive destruction by its dealt force
Russell Sivey

Details | Lyric | |

Learn To Say Goodbye

The sidewalk crumbles beneath the weight of digging hands
Hands that are trying to find a meaning in something that has no such
And in the mist we can only see what we want to see because we are only ourselves
If only things could be a certain way; the way that is always pictured
Sad to say that the picture is not framed, but withered and torn at the corners
And sometimes, it’s only best to say goodbye and throw it away

Although it is not wanted, it will always be because life is disordered and hypocritical
No one helps with the fight, but only the distress and rage
It only takes so much to look inside and find what you have forgotten about
All one need’s is the courage and power
Not time
Not desperation
Not reason
Can you hear it? If only life were as simple as the sound of rain
No worries
No fear
No loneliness
Can you hear it?
Listen to the rain
To life

But the rain always brings out the worms, when the rain is gone
They shrivel up and dry out
Maybe they can’t find their way back to the dirt
Or perhaps they would like to end it too
And the wind sweeps me off my feet, just the way you wish you could do
But you sweep nothing but the dirt off the floor
In the end we were still alone
Still left to cry unheard by anyone
We were still left
Still alone
Sometimes you have to understand why others say goodbye

No one shows up to the movie of our lives
Only because the marquee misspelled our names
Our faces go unnoticed, unfamiliar
Even to the mirror
Yet we still play the film
Where I want to be the damsel in distress
And you the hero, with the happy ending
But we have to remember…it is only fiction
My dear, prepare to sink
So don’t hold your breath for long
Because we’ve been going down all this time
Don’t look so surprised
It was only to be expected that this time would come
Sweetheart, it’s time for me to go
This is a good time for you to learn how to say goodbye
And keep it in mind

February 18, 2009-November 24, 2009

Details | Rhyme | |

Dodging raindrops

In the eye of the storm brave hearts embrace 
Fears stirring confusion in her turbulence 
We recollect our mangled existence
To move forward with growing resilience

In her eye, the look of clarity
Safe in her blink of surety
In the distance hurricane winds
Twirl and twist, play games with our minds

In the face of such overbearing power
The vortex rising higher than a tower
Knees buckle and weaken as we cower
The will to live tested in a baptism of fire

Tempers flare as lightning signals life and death
The battle of the heavens descends to earth 
I walk on deadly ground
Life is a landmine field

Listening for the chirp of the sparrow
For signs of life through the cold shower
We plead for her forgiveness
And shelter in the ominous stillness

Am I a fool for thinking, ‘Yes, it can be done
Without even touching a single one
Yes it’s harder than dodging a bullet
Rain is but water?’

Yet still we stand in the pool of teardrops
The cumulonimbus brewing boulders
I'm yet to see the rainbow, 
The storm is still not over

Details | Lyric | |

Escape These Walls

You Build These Walls To Make a Home
For Yous Both To Live In
And The Day She Left She Dug a Hole..
How You Wished You Never Let Her.
Now You Stand In the Rain Because You finally Realise...

...She Was Your Shelter!

And All You Can Stand To think About
Is the Last Day...

..That You Felt her

But I'll Be Here For You
Because The Day I Built My Walls...

....He Left Me Too..

Months Pass On And You Wake To The Sun
And Oh God How You Wished You Felt It,
And Though The Rain Has Gone
You Still See The Hole She Left Up On Your Ceiling..

But I'll Be Here For You!
Because The Day I Built My Walls...


 He Left Me Too

Details | Free verse | |


wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on, 
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.

Details | Free verse | |

Love of my life (2)

The love of my life is like 
The color in my eyes,
The words i utter,
She is cool and tender 
The representative of my 

The love of my life 
Is like blood in my veins 
When she is angry or absent,
I become soft as rain  water.
Like magnet clinging to her is where i love to be,
To sing for her loves pleasant melodies
Like remedies of broken promises.

The love my life is like the rain to my soul,
Making me soft like soil and tall
Like a flourishing tree.
She is ever to install, the happiness over all
On the table of romance that
Can't be hiding even from far distance,
For instance, if she runs away from me,
I shall be down like a falling star....
Ever to remember, the first encounter.
We shall not be put asunder 
For she is the symbol of a true lover.

Details | Light Poetry | |

the storm

Thunderous bang
Blinding flash of lightning
A loud clap
The crack of a whip on air
The storm raged on
The endless shower of the heavens
Continued to pour in a furious gush
With a staccato matched by no other
Droplets of water merged to form bombs
That dispelled the rhythm of sleep 
The rain ceased to sooth
As its arrival on the tin roofs
Sounded in disturbing fashion
All sound silenced by the shimmering and hissing
The heavens continued to spit on the earth

Dust turned into mud
Streaks of puddles formed
United they raced in a furor in tune to the laws of gravity
The parched earth sucked the running water
Choked and spat out the trapped air
But the water was not to be outdone
As it rushed in a melee far from the earths surface
Into choreographed gutters, trenches and reservoirs

The rain droned on
The deepest slumbers awakened
This was not a rain like any other
The roof cracks began to pour in water not droplets
Widened and rendered the roof useless
Inhabitants were drenched within four vertical walls
The wind arrived with a loud whistle
And the loud protest of roofing sheets
As they were ripped of with extreme violence
They were tossed like  leaves 
Until they were suddenly dropped lifeless several meters away

The wind cracked windows
Sucked out trees from the embrace of the earth
The planted crop was carried upright and life less 
On a ride of its life
To be dropped as if in disgust far from the field
Those that remained in the ploughed land
Lay flat heads and body battered to submission by the pelting rain

Then like the end of the tango
The rain slowed down with contrasting grace
With extreme haste after laying to waste
Everything all had worked for

The silence of the night returned
With all things tongue tied 
The morning arrived after eternity
The pale rays of dawn
Revealing the gruesome sight to all and sundry
The sorrowful disarray
Of abandoned life forms and possessions
Then far from beyond the mountain
The thunder rumbled as if in satisfaction
Of the immense destruction and impending starvation and doom

Details | Quatrain | |

Kiss the Rain

After I woke up this morning, I saw I walked whilst the rain poured down on my head I for sure loved running within each drop I kiss the rain, blessings I held instead The rain flowed down on my body, around Blending with my being all that I am I hold the rain in the palm of my hand There’s so much rain, I do love her, madam She leaves such an imprint onto my hand A feminine form bolstered onto me Signaling a born love of the warm rain Something that I have always loved completely I kiss the rain, as if I’ll never see… Like I’ll never see rain ever again Holding the lovely droplets near my heart It’s the best feeling that has ever been
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Kiss The Rain" contest 2/22/2013

Details | Haiku | |

Cricket - Haiku

     Cricket - Haiku

missing legs and sound
forest, rainless storm rages
remembers cricket

Details | I do not know? | |


Standing by my window,
I smile as I watch the rain pour away
One two three
Black drops in a black endless night
So beautiful this merry song
Standing by my window
Watching the black drops pour away
Away to some unknown destination
And then you pop up
In my smiling mind
And I feel the familiar warmth of you
Slowly creeping up
Enveloping me in a warm loving hug
And I stand by the window
Watching the rain pour away its black drops
One two and three,
Countless memories of you fill up
The void in my heart
The empty space in my arms
And I hug them
Next to the rain
Next to the pouring black drops
Hug those bittersweet, sweet and
Scented memories of you to
My heart
And smile in contentment
One two and three
Away they go
The black black drops
One two and three
Here they come
Rushing, flooding my heart with your warmth
Filling me with a genuine
Tearful happiness
Those wonderful sweet memories
And I move away from the window
Away from the pouring black drops
And embrace the marvelous sight of you
In my mind
In my heart.

Details | Light Poetry | |

I love when it RAIN don't YOU???

A beautiful sound to my ears is hearing the RAIN outside my 

Drip drop nonstop coldezz and brezze thats the weather I 
like the most RIAN your back home miss you
and the wind you blow

Fall then winter what a combination to my soul love not 
lost, lost not gone

I love when it RAIN because its a new beinning to my life 
RAIN, RAIN, RAIN don't go away I don't wanna say come 
back another day  

Time to bring out the coca and brownies and find a warm 
spot to gather and deliver the laughers and fun RAIN sure do 
bring family back closer to one another 

RAIN don't you love to be loved??? because I know I do and 
its never more then enough   

RAIN, RAIN its your turn to let it RAIN down on use so let it 
fall more and more on use:)

Details | Quatrain | |



Philosophical what does that mean?
Calm in the face of difficulties unseen
Maybe I should philosophise
Discuss in a philosophical manner, what a surprise…

Philosophy, the study of the meaning of life and knowledge on life’s outlook
Nah, not into that I’d rather read a good book
Haven’t got time to philosophise or speak philosophy
Just got time to throw some words out for you to read with me.

Feeling a little glum the weather is depressing
But does the rain really wet you, if no ones out there dressing?
Did the tree make a noise when it fell in down in the wood
Who cares I wasn’t there so it doesn’t do me any good.

Worrying about this or that if you are not around to hear it
Life’s to short my good friend lets live it a little bit
Tress may fall and rain may tumble, but life still goes on
So no more philosophy for the day, it's time I did get on 
© 29/08/2012 ~GG~

Details | Couplet | |

Rain Dance

Sitting on the couches ;
in the dark shadows.

Listening to the nights electrifying
 arc, light up the heavens.

Winds,rustling song;
blows through the leaves.

Frogs quiet anticipation;
the impending precpitation.

The inevitable dance
of nature ,that follows.

Details | Free verse | |

Impending Night

The impending night has fallen upon us
It woke with much persistence
Our hearts fled from its rage like a doe from a rifle
But the blast had already been made. . .

People fall like rain
The clouds are crestfallen with grief
And the darkness has no mercy 
Rain soaks...leaves an impact
The falls are devastating...

She was so strong, like a diamond she shined
Only to burn away and be one with the grime
I never saw her go
But the angry darkness of her essence—strangely glows...

He choked on his words, his memory
Like a child swallowing a pill
It is sticking in our throats
Against our will
And the dose ever grows. . . 
Who will stop the night?
You wicked thing how achingly stormy you have become!
Rich in your light as it smothers you whole
Leaving the rest to the droll sound of its toll

She burned
As they watched in angry happiness
The smoke of her spirits filling our hearts
No expressions...heavy depressions 
He was left to melt and rebuild

His wick ignites—burns are second nature
Though images are hard to swallow
She still talks to our souls
Her story still to be told
Like diamonds never found

A flame of hope hovers
We remain instilled in the rot
The darkness smothers
Its heavy slumber always waking

Details | Free verse | |

Kiss the Rain

Time off from the chaotic rhythm of the office
Exhausted from a long day’s work
Never mind, for tomorrow is a chance to peep
In the blue haze of early morning

Another day, another chance
Of a wishful thinking of the seventh heaven
That a Godsend may soon fall to earth in drops
To break the silence of the morning

I need the rain to accompany me
And lull me into a deep therapeutic easiness
Unbosoming the thoughts of turning back time
Between playful stomping and dancing on water puddles

The cloud drifted on to reveal a blinding cloudburst
The first sign of a light drizzle gave hope
Therefore, I looked upward to the gossamer layers of clouds
As railing rains trickle down my face
I opened my parched lips and closed my eyes to kiss the rain

23 February 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Our Shelter (2004)

Times were tough and the home was broken 
We needed repairing and there were no tokens
Every piece had to be collected and every crease corrected 
It would rain and thunder there is much proof
Instead of playing they would be worrying about what was happening under their roof
Shelter came into their life and took some of the pain away
Halloween turned into Christmas day
The fear was always there
But at least they had someone who really did care
It proves that God is always holding on to you
He sends an angel to help you through
Eventually the path became wide 
Birds could spread their wings instead of hide
They flew off to see what they could find
Although things changed they never forgot what was left behind
Shelter from the rain that’s what you are
You’re the brightest star
When we were starving you fed us our meal
It is very hard for such a big scar to heal
Things are so much better today
Your love led us this way.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Rainy Day Hoedown

It was raining outside our window
And the kids were inside moping around
That’s when the idea hit me
To throw our first rainy day hoedown

I kicked off my bedroom slippers
Rolled up the legs to my long pants
Went outside where they could see me
And in the rain I started to dance

They watched, laughing from the window
Thinking Dad has finally lost his mind
Then their mother came out to join me
Splashing in the biggest puddle that we could find

One by one they joined the hoedown
As the rain continued to pour
When the sun, at last, broke through the clouds
They yelled, “Oh please, let it rain some more!”

Cloudy days no longer bothered them
As they journeyed into their adult life
And we still have rainy day hoedowns
With me do-si-do-ing with my wife

NOTE:  This poem was inspired by a Blog posted by Mustic Rose.  Thanks M.R.

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Breaking Free

Folded closed, and left behind, .... perhaps for someone else to find... Perhaps the gentle rain is kind enough to wash away a threadbare heart, a broken dream, from yesterday... enchanting me to believe within, to entertain the child again A time to take a step apart, and time to grow, to break the hold where, once before, life shivered cold, beneath the shelter of the old Step past what eyes might estimate, with cleansing mists across the face to christen slates with glistening, new,... paths refreshed with pearls of dew. Listen to the whispered winds, the sweet refrains,of falling rain, as if I were a child again. Begin the walk where raindrops dance beneath the feet, in rainbow hue and mirrored worlds, where twin skies meet, as puddles ripple in the street where passers by, forget to see the beauty in a world scrubbed clean Stamp the feet to make a splash, while those around you make a dash With diamonds in the morning light, to quench a tongue in sheer delight To be as one, with earth and sun, and know that rain can be a friend hold up the hands to catch the sky,...the inner child is waiting in the wings
______________________________________________________ Inspired By Nette's Contest: Umbrella (image #2) Carrie Richards 3/1/14

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The Transfer

           The Transfer

Her eyes look wide and clear around
As she sees an image on a wet neglected window pane
It holds her in cold contempt’s reflection
And nothing can save her from herself
Can keep her from the 32 fluid ounces of rain
Trying to get in and get at her from the dark
Separated there by the thinnest of see through matter 
In her mind glass shatters from the past to now
Window shakes, her hands as well
Like unnerved paranoids
Waiting for the very air to attack
Like a burnt out fuse in pain 
Cowering on the ground
Nothing but a soul can save her
Something she could never have
Or purchase at the store
As the storm advances
Crawling on the floor 
She slithers to the window pane
Sanity cannot be bought
Counting every drop of rain
As they evaporate into the void
Her mind erases every thought into the glass
Reflecting she will never be the same

12/15/14 entry for Carol Eastman's "Best of 2014" - Poetry Contest

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With your words

Abomination of domination in multitudes of devils
With strange shabby solitude beyond the evil`s
Rancid rape, luminous leafage and black Bamboozle, 
At the sheepfold`s distressed mind, bamboos squabble
In luxuriant green of the rain forests `flame
The loud lukewarm rain with long steps came.
In the sky the yellow got in the solitude’s ship.
Easy to accomplishment a new relationship
With the raspberries `rancor and chime of fear
With old attempt to test the hell`s hurtful huge tear;  
With hydrochloric hatred and much affection;
Tender hope of chlorophyll to cherish temptation                                                  
And passion in the inner soul`s struggle to taste 
Yearning for peace, love in bloom, and the rest;                                                      
Everybody thinks scorn of scoundrels. 
But Bumble bee brought by minstrels
Is ready to spin a yarn:
To sing… 

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Life on a sword, death from a lance.

My gut begins to tremble with an angry growing storm,
the sun is blotted out by this,
like a demon taking form.
The rain descends on this my end when crowds begin to chant,
they see two mortals trapped in time,
simply fight they cant.

The blade in hand is struck by his and sends out chills so cold.
He knows his fate is just like mine,
We cling to life and hold,
The mud is thick and rain is too, the waters running deep.
Like lightning quick I land a blow that puts my foe to sleep.

So now the test has run its course, its time to mount my steed,
my legs find peace and rest with him,
alas my hands they bleed.
The wind takes hold of the crowds old song, it leaves me stunned and lone.
This metal case surrounding me 
is a tomb I feel alone.

If Hades were a simple man his life would surely end,
but now this man he wants me dead,
it's Hades son, it's not a friend.
I see his mask as he breaths out smoke, his armor is no tomb,
He wants this done as much as I,
but sends me back my doom.

So here I lay, no tears for me but that of earth and sky
the champion now dismounts his beast
and makes to where I lie.
Bravely fought he says to me, but now your life is mine.
It is a service I've done for you,
your pain and fear is gone from time.

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The First Spring Rain

The soft patter of rain wets my 
Calms my nerves 
Gives me a reason to hope 

My flowers will bloom soon
as the soil soaks up the rain
Feeding roots of growing things 
Inspiring the birds to sing their rain 

She watches with wonder as the rain 
Covering everything 
Bringing out all the green 
She laughs then 
"Mommy it's rain!" 
Such curiosity that hasn't been taken 
Hasn't been stifled 
Innocence that hasn't been broken 
I tell her that it's a gift 
Rebirthing life after a winter's deep 
          And soon we'll see the bees,    
the butterflies 
          And hummingbirds flitting from 
blossom to blossom on the Bottle-
brush tree 

Her eyes grow wide at my 
movement, my careful 
As I tame my hair into a submissive 
pony tail 
           And grab us some socks from 
the laundry pile waiting to be folded 
          ...I know that's what we should 
be doing,
As I feel a twinge of guilt at leaving 
our rainy day chores unattended ....  
But what's life without the breaking 
of rules, of routines? 

And so we suit up, in rainy weather 
Slickers, hats and wellies 

We march out the door 
Searching for unwary puddles 
Maybe an early waking frog 
She watches with wonder as I make 
my way down the drive 
She watches with pure childhood 
As Mommy jumps first into a puddle 

She watches with wonder 

As I learn to be young again 
Playing with my daughter 
In the first spring rain

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and I will come

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/ 
when the fall gives its rights/ 
to the winter/
you know I will come/
for good or for bad/
I’ll board the train/
Passing by / stations/ and countries/
I promised/ and I remember/
You said “there’s no fortuitous meetings/

…and I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When you’ll lose the trace/
When my firmest snickers/ wipe out/
I will/ I will come…
Unexpectedly/ knowing solely the door/
Just the road / for sure/
Before/ take you I’ll ask/
“are you ready to go?” / 
You are ready/ I know/
All the noise doesn’t matter/
I don’t haste/ will be later/

…I will come.
When it finally turns out/
That November is overthrown by December/
When the first snow falls down/
Will be clear/ that nobody is remembered/ 

And I will come…
Somewhere in chest/ between ribs/
You slashed me/ with thoughts/ 
I can feel it with lips/ crawling under my cloths/
Our world is alive/ our life/ we’re alike/
And I….

I will come.
When the first snow falls down/
When the death is changed into fate/
When the winter gives up/ 
To wait/ for spring/
to stay with shining sun/
I will come.

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I was the sunshine that cradled your day 
that tried to push the clouds away 
I was the sand that ran between your toes 
when you were four years old 
that soon became the rain you danced in 
from seven to eleven 
And I watched you grow in the glow 
of a moon that beamed 
when you turned thirteen 
How unfair you thought I'd become 
when you turned twenty-one 
because you lost a few dreams 
But I stayed awake when you were out late 
I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight 
And when you found your love 
"the one" 
I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun 
Then you turned thirty-one 
I became cloud, thunder and shower 
there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour 
You forgot how to dance in the rain 
'till you turned forty all you did was complain 
Then you took off your shoes 
and went back to the sand 
I was now the warmth of your child's hand 
At forty-three 
you spent more time with me 
You began 
to understand 
And when you stood fifty years old 
you stayed warm to me even though 
at times I was cold 
How close we grew 
when you turned sixty-two 
The breeze was I 
that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky 
And I'm sorry I made you sad 
when I took "the one" away 
But I was proud 
when you pushed aside that cloud 
and cradled 'me' in the sun 
for the remainder of our day

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B_ Balm of sun behind clouds
L_  Leaves singing long and loud
E_  Enemy heat and drought gone
S_  Summer's fury had lingered on
S_  Signs of blessings pouring down
I_   Inviting coolness and rain sounds
N_  Now can once more enjoy porch's
G_  Greatness without fear of sorch
S_  In just a few hours, gone is torch

We have had temperatures of high 90's 
with heat indexes of over a 100..Some 
days 110..The rain has been scarce and 
when it rained was 1/2 inch or less..
Praise God for the rain and the cooler air..

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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

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A Life in Seasons

How graceful the gentle breeze; 
A new dawning of ageless beauty, 
The complete surrounding of pretty blooms to be 
And the carpet of the sweetest grass 
All create the Spring this life has grown to know. 
The freshness of a new world 
Embraced by a willing blue sky, 
There is just so much to live for 
As one looks beyond the seeds to sow. 
The tuning of Time delivers new birth 
With infant animal young 
And soft showers of rain 
Caress lands with its innocent glow. 

How plentiful this glorious calm; 
The harvest now ready to reap, 
The abundant earth a great provider 
Beneath a starry eyed sun. 
This is Summer of warm nights and warmer days,
A time of inviting oceans of an immaculate sheen. 
The pure cotton like clouds 
To the shepherds delight, 
Golden sands hot to the touch 
And restful hours beside trees of brilliant green. 

How colourful the falling leaves; 
Patterns forming underfoot, 
The ground now a mosaic. 
A classic Autumn rhythm 
And a time of great reflection, 
An inspiration for soulful walks. 
Rushing tides and the crisp white spray, 
Dark blue grey skies and their cleansing rain 
Fresh dreams on promised lands, 
A night time friend towards an eventful day. 

How peaceful Earth is; 
The tender white satin covered land, 
Diamond like stars in a black sky 
And the magical essence of Christmas. 
Here is Winter of perfect ivory 
Of red berries and evergreen, 
Joys on frozen lakes and ornamental icicles. 
The gentle sound of trickling streams 
And the chorus of a romantic scene. 
As Life passes by with its now crystalline ground 
Ready for the new year,known but unseen.

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Exist in Dreams

A dream that dances in waves, and mirrors all you do
So you dance, and hope that some day the song will come from you
This dream is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
The song is picking up speed, so it’s follow or fail alone

A flame that flickers in sync with the shadows by your side
The rain puts out the light, and causes you to hide
This nightmare is all that exists, and all you’ve ever known
But this song still hasn’t stopped, and so you dance alone

You cherish sand on the banks of a path winding through a storm
This desert trail is all that you see; too blinding to look beyond
This path is all that exists, and the only way to go
Holding close the sand as you sing, just so you’re not alone

The sand is part of the storm that makes you close your eyes
But now the wind starts to slow, and the scenery makes you cry
This life is all that exists, and the only way to go
The sand falls through your hands, and you carry on alone

A love that blooms into being beneath the darkest skies
Is a life that will venture out despite the lonely nights
So scared, but so unafraid to find what you need to be
Despite the fear that prevails, and tells you what to see

The flames steady and still, and a shadow kneeling down
The rain cleansing your heart as all your fears drown
The sand creating a path, and shielding you from pain
And now, with the wind at your back, you remember why you came

To dream a light shining out for all the world to see
To be more than you think, and beyond all that will be
To create a desire to be the creators of our dreams
To become the mirror of self, and reflect our unity

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To discover you

?I wanted to discover the world through your body, to be in adventure, to know the truth, about rain, wind, rainbow, and morning breeze, but I never touched you, hugged you, smell your neck, and breath through your breath, but today, when it was raining outside, I figured that rain is not your sadness, wind is not your madness, rainbow is not your smile, and breeze is not breathing through your breath, rain is tears of joy that falls from sky when you wink, wind is when world want to smell like you it come and touch you, rainbow is sort thanking after your wink to the sky it bow his hade, and breeze I can?t figure it until I see you and smell your neck?..?

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Sky-Falling Gold

Some complain of snow

Some complain of the cold

But what falls from the sky

Is much more golden than gold

Blessings from the sky

Yet we turn a blind eye

We instead express our disgust

When we could turn our sins into dust

We could pray to alleviate someone’s pain

But instead we scowl and frown on that rain

We could thank God instead of making a fuss

(It’s not like He’s throwing rocks down at us!)

A time to be grateful,

Yet we just complain

We could be making precious du’aa

For major beneficial gain

But it’s easier to grumble

Roll your eyes and shake your head

You may regret not taking advantage of this

When you’re long gone and dead

Don’t delay being

Grateful to your Lord

Let your heart live out

The ‘alhamdulileh’ word.

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The Sieve of Time

The Sieve of Time

Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,

Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.

Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.

Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 


embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.

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Rain drops

A drop of rain hits the pavement and explodes into hunreds of little rain drops laying all over the dark cold pavement.  I cant help but feel like this is like my life i finally get everything into one raindrop.  Then it all hits the pavement and its back into hundreds of little drops all over the place.  And i have to pick up all the little drops all over again only for it all to hit the dark cold pavement yet one more time . Maybe this is why we are sad when it rains or. Maybe this is why we are tired when it rains because we have givin all we can give but that rain drop still hits the ground.

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People say that rainbows are beautiful
To see one is an experience so wonderful
Gives you a feeling that’s so soulful
Blessing from heaven that is bountiful
But you can’t have rainbows without rain
Just like the saying no gain without pain
In stormy times faith you should maintain
In the end sunshine you would surely regain
Look forward to the coming of the sun
The rainbow will come when the rain is done
Bringing you hope and filling life with fun
Before you know it the battle had been won
Be strong in your faith dear friend
The storm will eventually come to an end
In the meantime warm love to you we send
A love that’s true and friendship without end
Together we‘ll wait for the rainbow
With it’s beauty the whole sky will glow
Even through the rain our hearts will know
That hope and love should always flow

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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

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Rain, Rain, and rain some more… 
What I wouldn’t give for a little sunshine.
I would give anything to bask again in the light so sublime.

Looking into my crystal ball… you can guess just what I see.
It’s only an empty crystal ball… empty as the day to me.
We keep sloshing through this water…each day after day.

But some day soon the sun will shine…
And heaven will open its door… I pray.
Then a little bit of radiance… will maybe stream our way.

The rain won’t last forever, though for 40 days it did once come.
The climate is changing everywhere…
Maybe a rain forest our land will soon become.
But we are so resilient… that we’ll adapt in the end.
Until that time please come back…
Sunshine my beloved friend.

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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

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The Rain Fell

The rain fell
Splattering upon my open face
Mixing with the tears 
Dripping, trickling down my neck
As if the stars above were weeping too
As if someone above was crying along with me
Helping my tears to fall.

The rain fell
Washing away the world
Taking with it the pains
And the horrors and wounds 
As if we were being given a second chance
As if we were to be set back to the beginning 
To start over.

The rain fell
Wails splitting the skies 
Clouds rushing across the blackness
Stars blurred, covered
As if everything were running away
As if something was chasing it all away
A memory, maybe.

And I still stood there
In the middle of it all
Raindrops and tears running together free 
Watching, crying, letting go

A new start, something told me
A chance to heal the hurts and bruises
To clear salted tears
And wipe everything away

And maybe, after it’s all over
I’ll be back at the beginning
Laughing this time, smiling
Thanking the stars above, 
Thanking the someone above
For this new chance
This new start

But for now, 
Just for now,

The rain fell. 

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Grasp the anguish, of the dank do-

Gooder, bursting across

The local track.  Kids bored silly

Outside the school, sneer as

She slips past.  The brassy broad clings

In the wind to her hat,

As shoulder straps preclude her sack

From sinking, she is an-

chored by her leather bag, the last

Treasure she can hold fast.

Since the rain washed away the mirth

Of the carnival day.

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A White Prince on a Black Horse

A white prince on a black horse Galloping down beaten path Shouldering the blunt of force Of incoming rain Never looking back to see Where it was he’s coming from A delicate price, with pride Firmly going on Soggy trip to the ocean To go splash on each wave Both man and beast meld as one Heading to their home
Russell Sivey

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Storm Front

The wind blows strongly across the dark night sky Lightning flashes through the air, brightens the land A storm approaches, fear comes from what’s implied The lightning and the rain sure is very grand As I stand out in the pouring rain I fear The storm clouds I see, they begin to appear Lightning comes ever increasingly to me Testament of willpower to stay and see
Russell Sivey

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For Every Drop

For every drop of rain that falls From the heavens up above A beautiful flower bursts forth with life A testament to eternal love It's a symbol of perpetual devotion A tribute to that age old appeal In the very truest sense of belonging Each day the signs are revealed “Amazing” a word that's often used To try to describe this evolution It's the way it's been since time began The supreme consummate solution For every drop of rain that falls The world is refreshed and renewed Followed by a rainbow of glorious colour Giving earth its gorgeous hue © Jack Ellison 2013

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My Mood

Rain. My mood suits this gray that hangs outside and that pours, like tears, down my window pane.

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Rambling the byways of Landour

I’ve come a long way
With the help of a sheen ray
I see no vehicle to take me there
Seems I’ll have to walk 20 miles more
Sauntering through the soggy jungle
My shoes get wet & my bag rather heavy that I crumble
I lay down seeing the floating clouds hanging low
Haze enfolding the valley with its shadow
The huge cloud approaching the brink of a cliff
These majestic clouds carry a bizarre whiff
I try to shut my eyes & soak up the nature for awhile
The whole vale is encased in visible vapor
It has started drizzling, cold droplets falling on my face & frequently wetting my skin
It's getting darker I see through the mist
I run to an adjoining lodge to grab the only vacant room
I hit the sack to wake up at the dawn
To see the sun rise above the horizon & run down the road one more time.

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She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...

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Reflection on the Pavement

Reflection In awe of the lights Presented in a shimmering show Rain water accentuates the mighty view Shining lights glow on pavement What a grand sight Reflection
Russell Sivey

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Our Journey

In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold
Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty.
Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers
Forever home though you know not, in all its bogus truth.

Sine qua non until by storm one’s armor will be melted
A bullion sham of hope and loss that weeps through losing eyes.
Open doors and draining light—then death!—but life as well—
Rebuild with oozing bricks will you, or venture, start anew.

The sun will set, the moon will rise, by pale light you must march
Trekking through the vast unknown, too cold, lost, unaided
Stumbling over roots and stones, desperate, but for what? For what?
As endless space goes stretching on, and you, along with it.

By night rain falls and dark turns black and hunters feed on light
By day you skip and smile through a sea of watching eyes.
Drink your fill from dried up ponds that give you no reflection
Find your way by shards of stars that grant no light, you think.

Labored steps, a fall—no rise; on tip-toes you must bound
As string unravels endlessly and lives go flying by.
Groping through the boundless night for what you can’t obtain
Dragged across a rough terrain, keen prisoner of faith.

But the human eye will change, and adapt to the dark
So the rain need fall no more and rise the sun need not.
Yet you still fight, endure the pain for what you call your good
Filing through with head held high, gold glowing at your feet. 

But after war the proudest soldiers turn to rubble dust
And under whited sheets you lie, bile victim of the grippe.
But by the sheets by death you live to see another light
And rest on haunches weary feet to look up at the skies:

I think I saw my revelation dancing in the stars.

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Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
we might only notice
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom

spring showers contest

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Within Me

Within Me

Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts,
memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in,
permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin.

Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life,
awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses,
banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife.

You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul,
I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now,
seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl.

The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read,
nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed.

Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead,
searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.

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Rain, backwards poem

because you know it can't rain all the time.
Just face the mountains you have to climb.
You'll figure this out, it knows your smart.
You should have listened from the start.

It will consume the people who choose to stay.
Its no ones fault, everyone falls prey.
but it will find you, there is no doubt.
In the basement, you can hide and try to ride it out.

Stomachs start to ache when you hear the storm.
It comes to all of us in a different form.
you will always see it, like the Northern Star.
It doesn't matter who or where you are, 

You can't run from it, for this you cannot allude.
It gets a hold of you and changes your mood.
But it does more than just saturate the ground.
Every now and again the rain season comes around.

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Rain Drop

It is that of the rain to which falls.
That of a winter wind to which blows.
It is of the rain drop to which started this day.
Not that of a sun shine but that of a doom day.
It is of something wet as it is a mist from that to have formed.
That of water from the ground to which that cloud had form.
There I lay, with a thought of you this day.
As the rain beat lightly on the roof top it runs this day.
You would think that far up, the rain drops would hit harder.
But it’s there with gentleness to which God watches its fall.
As the leaves turn color and it is of a winter fall.
It’s there; I’m curled in the sheets.
Wishing you was at my needs.
As it is with my heart to which reins for you.
That it’s there to which my heart sweats for you.
Touches of gentle kindness as you bring that of warmth about.
It’s there the drops fall as it moistens the ground.
A rein out from a howl inside, that with a growl for love.
It’s there I want to experience drops with you.
Not of cold rain but that of a heat of passion with an explode.
That we rain in which is a sweat of wetness.
As we would take the day off and enjoy that of the rain he gave.
And make it that not of a rainy day but that of love droplets of spray.

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Demise of the Frail and Assail of the Skies

The bird wanted to fly

But the wind wanted to blow

“Rest now bird”, said the wind

“You now take it down slow,

And let me flow.”


The bird accepted thinking it was a request,

And ignored the proud in his words,

She sat down on the branch to rest,

Keeping down her guards,

Unaware of what is next.


An hour passed,

But still the wind didn’t stop,

Now the pace became fast,

Now the wind gone, in place was the storm.


Unable to stand against it,

The bird felt helpless.

The emergence of automatic persuasion,

Left the bird in stress.


Her home is not the ground,

She lives in the sky,

Feeling gloomy and bound,

She doesn’t even try to fly.


She stays where she was,

And starts envying the wind,

The kind of power he has,

That brought down even the born free.

Flying is what she loves,

And the feeling of spreading the wings,

Something that cannot be expressed in words,

The beauty can only be felt within,

But when the storm persists on blowing,

The persuasion reminded the bird of a cage.

The feeling of being trapped,

Even turned down the sage,

Within the bird and now a panic engulfed,

Because everything was happening against her will,

And the storm and his manic laugh,

Harassing and shrill,

Dominating over the world with his power.


 Now there is water added,

Pouring everywhere from the sky,

So hard that the vision blurry and fade,

The bird now wants to hide.

And so she trusts the woods,

Under the leaves she takes shelter,

Hoping the safe place could,

Understand and help the helpless her.

But today even the trees are of no help,

The rain is too heavy,

No matter where she hides,

Towards her somehow it will glide.


A day passed but still the storm wasn’t satisfied,

He kept on blowing,

Kept dominating the little with pride,

But the bird was now over sorrowing,

So, she decided to challenge the flowing.


And it seemed like years had passed,

Since the bird took a flight,

Into the blue and those effects that lasted,

Of serenity, luxury and rights.


Now the tolerance was coming to an end,

Her loud chirping of frustration speaks,

And so she comes out of the safe place and,

Into the grey she leaps.


It’s like, she dares the storm,

Even though she knows it’s futile,

The proud in him confirms,

That the end could be brutal.

But the little now doesn’t care,

She just wants to fly.


The storm does see the bird’s hindrance,

But would not understand the heart,

He will do what he wants,

That is what he is doing from the start.

He will choose when to come,

His wish no one can predict,

When his fun will become,

A thing getting vapid,

He’ll spare the imploring planet.



The rain can be the reason of someone’s laughter,

It can also make one morose.

The torrent of pouring water,

Is also something he does.

If his will says,

It’ll be a shower of delight.

If he wants it to be the other way,

It can become an element of fright.


Now after going a mile,

The bird is in terror,

Still the storm being hostile,

And the bird being the bearer.


Though she is tired,

But hasn’t lost all hopes,

And so with eyes like angel she desired,

The thoughts of good and optimism.

But when she looked up with faith,

And saw the grey sky,

She fatigue and her pale breath,

But still she flies.


“Stubborn she is no less”,

Thinks the storm, and now he the outrageous,

Losing his charge on the rage,

The sky shines a red that’s vicious.

Then from somewhere a lightning bolt,

Suddenly strikes before the bird,

While she runs from the jolt,

Several others in her surround appeared.

She moves carefully,

But the storm is furious,

And he would not stop,

Until he becomes victorious.


Then a surprising tremor ripples,

Through her and little’s every part stops,

Down the bird with rush tumbles,

With eyes full of teardrops,

And her vision turns grey,

But did she lose the fray?


As the bird, hit the soil,

She remembered a life,

A life that never once gave her the turmoil,

But always love in rife.

Also a light that the bird saw,

When she first opened her eyes,

Now got vacuumed,

Leaving behind the blackness of demise.


The storm witnessed the whole saga,

But still he won’t remorse,

A beautiful little lay dead down,

Sometime else, again a creature would morose,

Because the nefarious never bows.

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Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.

Details | Free verse | |

Dont get your hopes up world

Dont think lifes gonna get better. Becuase like a drop of rain on a leaf, its going to be their and be beutiful. Then, then its gonna slide down that leaf which is your hopes. And that drop is gonna fall onto the ground in a sad splatter. Your hopes will dry up and youll just want to quit. Then it will rain again and you'll feel that again and again. But dont let it fool you. Like its fooled me so many times before. Everyone will always leave some day like a breeze. Blowing around you one minute, then gone.

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Cold Wet Streets

The streets are blessed with a cold wet glaze The occupants walk slowly The rain lasts long and the wind blows strong People move along very lowly The streets are blanketed with water If you’re not careful you’ll fall The wind blows strong and the rain lasts long Light reflects from the ground growing tall The streets are littered with many folks All moving from place to place The rain lasts long and the wind blows strong If you look close you can see your face The streets are slick and cars move slowly Avoiding all the people The wind blows strong and the rain lasts long Wind making sure that you are loyal The streets are beautiful this evening Sight is truly wonderful The rain lasts long and the wind blows strong Tonight the air is quite meaningful
Entrant into Suzette Crous's "ZaniLa Rhyme - an exiting new contest for the holidays..." contest 12/16/2012

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A Thousand Tears Comes Rain

The night is to rain a thousand tears
Every one drop as always left ignored
As we shelter away in fear
Simply to not be caught

The perfect rain... a perfect shame
Looking to the skies... knowing it’ll happen
Thoughtless to only remain
I give cheers to if only we learn

Setting a path never knowing
Almost as only a foothold will hold
We say we are learning
Guess we never know

Repeatedly we try to undo our mistakes
We never did
Just something new from the raindrops we shake
Have you seek?

Why run when you can walk?
Beneath the rain with without
Why fight when its fought
Why reason with doubt?

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Tempest Lost

Lightning, lightning flash so bright lighting e'ery corner of night

Thunder, thunder from the sky rock me from my beddie bye

Rain drop, rain drop falling down saturate the thirsty ground

Windy wind whipping around tossing things west now eastbound

Tree branch, tree branch waving free knock out electricity

Darkness, darkness fills the house causing me to gripe and grouse

Flicker, flicker candlelight the time I wish you'd expedite

Onward, onward toward the hour when there once again be power

Kitty, kitty in the corner why so sad why play the mourner?

Soon oh soon this storm will pass ending your desperate morass

Lightning, thunder, rain and wind I wish your bane I could rescind

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Fantasies, Realities, and Sadness

When I gaze up at the stars,
all I want to do is fantasize 
about the unrealistic
images of life.

I wish I could just fly away
and live on the mountain tops of Australia.
In reality,
nothing like this ever happens.

I'm living in a fantasy dream.
I hope I never wake up 
I have to.

There are days where I feel lonely
and the dark gray clouds
shadow over my house.

I step outside
and let the rain touch my body.
Soaked by the wet and cold water,
I wilt away like a rose petal,
ready to escape my pain.

As I let the rain wash away my body
like hot water melting ice,
my heart turns into stone.

Stabbed by the prickly stems
of a rose.

To roam the earth 
with a broken heart.

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Caught In The Storm

Her Daddy was thunder her Mama was rain
And she was just caught in the storm
Rising so fast she'd take cover in vain
After the storm clouds would form

Under her bed the skies were so blue
But the thunder grew louder each day
She didn't come out 'til the rain had blown through
But the rainbows were not meant to stay

She couldn't find comfort in her hour of need
Sometimes it lasted all night
No matter how hard she'd beg and she'd plead
Her Mama and Daddy would fight

Then one day the thunder moved far away
But the rain would always remain
The day that it left she begged it to stay
It was something she couldn't explain

Her Daddy was thunder her Mama was rain
And she was just caught in the storm
Rising so fast she'd take cover in vain
After the storm clouds would form

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Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

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My Shadow

Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.

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The Rain

The rain of the morn is lightly 
Falling, a soft gentle 
Sound, it rained the same all night long
Those tunes sentimental

The rhythm of the rain changed from
Slow to faster_the dove
No longer sings, the rain slows down
Now sounds only dreamed of   

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Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.

Details | Free verse | |


Is it me or does the feeling of the rain set you free?

To stand outside looking up at the sky as the rain falls upon your face, you can’t describe the feeling you get . . .  but you know its something special.

They say water brings life to all things. .  so maybe as it hits our face it brings life to us an liberates us from this world for that little moment in time . . . an in that moment we feel truly free 

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School Dayz

I open up my window
To feel the cool morning breeze
The screen gently pats my nose
Gray skies are all I see.
Then little spurts of rain
Begin to dance upon my face
Through the screen they come
As silence holds this place.
The ground darkens in an instant
With millions and millions of drops
Of rain that have come to quench
The earth until it's time to stop.
Soon the sky becomes a brighter gray
The rain begins to taper off
Parking lot lights remain lit
As early drivers pull off.
It's just after 7:30 am
Voices begin to fill the air
Echoes of laughter bounce off the walls
I gaze in wonder and stare.
Vibrant and full of energy
Children come to run and play
Chasing each other, dropping book bags
Ready to start another day.
Busses arrive with engines roaring
Their lights flashing bright red
The children soon gather together
Boarding the bus with kissed heads.
Precious are the lives of children
Their cares and worries few
Bringing joy and happiness
Every day to people like me and you.

Details | Free verse | |

rain of healing time

What if there was rain?
rain that carried time.
bombarded us
with drops of eternity.
making us age.
our hair turn white.
the leaves wither.
the grass burn 
and die.
the buildings mossy 
and unattended.
the swings rusty.
the children who play 
in the rain,
lose their innocence.
the rocks weathered.
battering drops dig 
pits into the cement.
the world turns old,cold,grey.

As I watch it 
from the confines of 
my bedroom window.
guilty of escaping the rain 
that washes away 
our pain.
the rain of healing time.
maybe I should 
catch a drop and 
see my palm swiftly wrinkle.

There is no respite 
from this rain.
all that survives is 
my inner child.
within a shell of a pilgrim 
making his way towards 
the final truth.
trying to find the end 
of time.
sipping the slow poison 
that is this rain.

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Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…

…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.


The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude

Details | Free verse | |

Heavens divine song

Tranquil sounds of rain collides with concrete.
Birds flee to refuge. A grey skin covers the body of the sky.
The rhythm of rain beating on roofs,
in sync with my heart beat.

Droplets of rain trickling down window shields. 
Rain surreptitiously creeping through 
the cracks of a slightly open window.

Roses at peace,
their rosy red heads upwards. 
listening to the rains song,fervid rain. 
Rain embolden the land,
embolden us sound of tranquility.
Songs of tranquil rain,wet moist,
peace,tranquil songs,calming the soul. 
Sounds of tranquility dropped from divinity. 
For this peaceful song I have an affinity. 

In my cool bed, I lay enjoying my companions 
femininity, as she embraces my masculinity.
Wet rain drips,wet rain drips,falling from divinity.
We kiss to the song of tranquility.

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Sun and Rain

The sun came out for a little while

On a somewhat gloomy day

There's more rain to the south of us

which may just head our way

But the flowers and bushes, the trees and the like

Are enjoying the water that fell

They're nourished by the H2O 

their green leaves show the tell

A rainbow stretched across the sky

As the sun began to set

And with sunshine in the forecast 

On one thing you sure can bet

That tomorrow morning you'll hear a voice

Mumbling in the garden

For the weeds, they grow here also

Without regret or pardon

So the cycle of summer now begins

It's march toward the autumn

Then winter covers all the land 

Until spring begins to thaw them

Then the flowers and trees, bushes and the like

Will spring to life once more

The sun will warm the Earth right up

And the rain will once again pour

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Crying In The Rain

Crying in the rain
Letting go of all this pain
I do not want to see again
How we came crashing to an end
I do not want to see why
We were forced to say good bye
I have watched it and I have lived it
Been crushed by such a low hit
I’m crying in this rain
My eyes red with raw pain
The tears are flowing
Just not going
And I’m left all alone
I beg for your forgiveness
I scream with all I’ve got
But when it comes together
What I have is not a lot
I walk alone down this street
Strangers’ eyes are following
But I just keep on walking
Head down and never slowing
I pace these roads and hope to find
Something that means anything
Something that’s familiar
Until then I’m just left hanging
I’m still crying in this town
The rain pours on my face
Trying to forget you
But failing at first base
I cannot help but remember
Your face and how you smile
Just keep walking strong
It might be easier after a mile
Your eyes and how they glowed
Are burnt into my mind
I close my eyes and see them
Staring back right into mine
I’m crying on this night
And will on many more to come
I’ll stumble forward without you
Looking for my fortune
I cannot ever forget
The feeling that I had
When you put your arms around me
And chased away all the sad
I will try but fail to forget
How you loved me through thick and thin
I will wander through my life
But always still in love with him
He was my world and I can’t forget
He makes me who I am
Although he’s gone and lost from sight
I will not become a sham
I will always try to forget
How brilliant he made me feel
Made the world seem wonderful
And that maybe this world was real
The pain I feel when I remember him
Is cutting deeper still
He’s left a gaping hole in me
One that no one could ever fill
I try and try and fail again
My baby is still gone
I’m crying in this rain again
Cold and all alone

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Healing Rain

The rain fell upon me
It revealed my destiny
My pain was washed away
My heart would never again sway
Yet why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I search for something new?

At night, my heart weighs me down
Endless stars I try to count
It feels like I have lost my aim
The only thing left with me is my name

I gently close my eyelids once again
I searched for the rain that once washed away my pain
It had now dried up
Leaving me hurting, with none to fill my cup
I longed for restoration
But sunk deeper into desperation

It felt like a storm inside my head
Before me, both faith and fear were laid
Was there a choice for me?
Would my eyes be able to see?
I saw myself falling
My knees got weak and I felt like crawling

I searched for an open door
A door that would end my heart's war
My lips could utter no more
My spirit would not soar
I shut my eyes tightly and kept my pace
As darkness crept in, I saw myself in another phase

There was a bright light shining
A voice of hope within me whispering
I found a way
My burdens, I had to lay
The rain washed away all my pain
And there I saw my destiny
A destiny of hope and eternity

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Cant Wake Up

Lights flash,

A yellow streak through the night sky.

Loud booms,

Stilling the stormy air.

I seek shelter,

The rain sings a deathly lualaby,

Testing my limits,

Teasing my fear.

I stumble,

Coming to a stop.

Opening my eyes,


Im hidden under the trees,

The rain attempts to break through.

The wind roars loudly,

I sit and hug my scabbed knees

Chanting to myself,

"It's just a dream,

It's just a dream!"

But i still hear the storm,

I still feel the cold,

I still wince at the pain,

And i still wont wake up...

Details | I do not know? | |


Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Left forgotten.
Abandoned soul
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.

Details | Rhyme | |

I can't compare your love

I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor, 
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

Details | Light Poetry | |


Come, walk me in the rain..
Carefree and youthful not insane..
Surely, we all will get wet..
It's alright we'll enjoy not fret..

Come, walk me in the rain..
Let our hands clasp in unison..
Igniting hopefully warm affection..
Rejoicing kindly not of rejection..

by: olive_eloi
rainy riyadh evening..

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Its a rainy day

7 April 2014  5:40 AM

The tears of heaven are streaming down the cheeks of the sky
As it weeps in mourning the sorrows of our heart
Washing the worry from the air as on my bed I lie
Sounding the tin on my roof blending with the crackle of the fire in the hearth

Yes it is a wet rainy day
The sun has hid its face
It seems the clouds are here to stay
And the sun has lost its place

But the rain has other places to go
And it soon will cease
then the sun will be revealed again and give its blessed glow
So I will smile through this storm and keep my heart at peace

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My Soulmate

He carries me up the stairs in his arms,
I can feel his heartbeat increase,
Still, he smiles at me with ease.
Outside the sun's rays pierce like arrows.
He says that he'll be fine,
And says, "You'll be mine".
It suddenly begins to rain upon us,
I say that the rain cannot hide his tears,
He tells me he shall conquer all my fears.
The rain stops but over the puddles he tries to jump,
"Please marry me", he begs,
"I would darling if I had legs."

Details | Quatern | |

Damp Evening

After a misty rain, dampness consumes Many steps go upwards from the sidewalk They are quite wet from the water that blooms All from the sky the rain begins to talk The wetness is cool, a feeling that stuck After a misty rain, dampness consumes The air glows by some lamps in the mist struck The rain billows in the night fog that plumes People out all want to go in their rooms As the weather conditions are quite sad After a misty rain, dampness consumes The odd sight is eerie and shows off bad People cannot see far ahead of them The feel of this night brings a sense of doom Top of the stairs where it is surely dim After a misty rain, dampness consumes
Russell Sivey

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I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
Almost entranced,
By their beauty

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Doubt Clouds My Mind

I'm standing outside!
As rain droplets fall upon me while I wonder about you...

Now as I walk around in the cold
With no umbrella on me...
I wonder what exactly you're doing right now
But then I get overvome with doubt
And beat myself around...
Thinking why I should even continue onward with you

So I continue to stand out in the rain but crying
Screaming out loud! I don't think that I can go on
But even if I really wanted to break up with you
I just can't! For deep within my heart
I still love you just the same...

Now as I ponder the situation
It rains much harder...
And it justifies the doubt that I'm feeling now
I don't think that we're meant
To stay together...
Because I'm a coward and I can't go on with you

As it continues to rain down upon me, I'm crying
Crying out loud! You don't need me, go elsewhere
I'm not good enough for you so go find someone else
So leave me! It seems that I can't
Even tell you that to your face...

I realize that I'm acting too immature
But I can't seem to follow my heart
Maybe because I'm too scared...

So I continue to stand out in the rain but crying
Screaming out loud! I don't think that I can go on
But even if I really wanted to break up with you
I just can't! For deep within my heart
I still love you just the same...
I continue to stand out in the rain yet still crying
Screaming out loud! Why did I even choose you?
No matter how I may doubt and push you away from me
I can't seem to! Because I'd be lying
To myself for I love you...

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Concrete Pathway

Walking down the concrete pathway I sure find my mind wandering The view takes my breath away As rain wets the ground meandering There is a woman right there before me Stark in contrast wearing a bright red Walking a separate path seemingly Not paying attention to what is being said I venture onwards on another path A crossroad I do see in front of me The woman went one way in her wrath I go the other, a great hope that I see Rain pours over the smooth even ground Discoloring the way, I see a slick surface The rain pitter-pats making a soothing sound Showing a way that I might go and face The lady in red walks with a purpose She moves away, down the other road Unhappy and frail with everything to lose And no feeling left for her abode Though she frowns in disappointment The ground she walks on is sunny She makes it to the destination appointment Not a thing about her seems remotely funny I smile a little knowing I’m on track There will be sunshine somewhere along the way Though it rains and seems out of whack I am happy that things are really okay My route is true and it is perfection Though I might be far from it on my own The Lord is the greatest path’s reflection And I will be in great hands as it’s shown
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Standing At A Crossroads" contest 11/5/2012

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A Tender Moment At The Supermarket

Sitting there watching them
they had no idea
they were such an inspiration 
so comfortable with eachother.

He, at least 85
she, about the same.
From my car I could see 
the way he worried about her
as he pulled his car up to the door
so she wouldn't get wet.
He tenderly watched 
while she tucked her hair 
under her clear rain bonnet.

The rain was barely a trickle
but it was a cold rain
and he wouldn't have her
catching a chill.
She waited 
just inside the door
while he parked the car
a sky blue 1976 Bonneville.
They probably bought it
brand new.

His steps were slow
and purposeful.
I could tell he hurt
but was trying to still
be the ''protector'' 
of his beautiful bride.

They walked into the store
arm in arm
while I sat for a few more minutes
alone in my car
listening to the whish-whish
of my wipers.

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Canopy Of Cedars

Canopy of Cedars across the road
Offers a covering, a protection
Little rain upon it this morn abode
But in open field raindrops reflection

The field of Cedars was coated damp, too
Saturated with moisture from night's rain
Delightful morn to enjoy the gray hue
Solitude awhile definitely my gain

Solitude for the soul, inner being
Lifts, restores, refreshes spirit cleanses
Mourning Dove coos melodious singing
Alone but not alone soul appeases

Spilling and giving inner resources
As rain of the night gave its cadences

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Star seeding

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.

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Quiet Waters

Streams of blue fluid 
Flows downward 
As fragile carcasses decay 
Without a peep of a sound

We’re in the brink of disaster… 

Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?

We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us… 
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…

Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…

The eeriness breaks 
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly… 
Into the chambers of death 

Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops… 
Rising rapidly –  
It never stops

Dreams of misfortune still 
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness… 
Consuming the darkness…

We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…

Who will set our souls free 
From suppression?  

Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our 
Guiltless lives… 
We’re in complete agony… 
Does He consider 
Our prayers  
Of support and nourishment? 

We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…

Encourage us to keep on 
Trekking toward Your light

Where’s Your path?

You rinse off all of the sorrow 
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow 

The weeping ceases…
While the corpses 
Tear into 

The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our 
Leading us to peace and fortune 
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from 

We’re hungry… 
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly 
Like an obscure cave…

Rescue us from affliction –  
Embracing downhearted clouds…

Those wretched clouds…

Brought us rain when we asked for bread…

Those merciless clouds…

Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…

Remember our supplications… 
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us  
Out of cruel vengeance 
Out of sheer amusement 

Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover… 
You can’t manipulate us 
Like a subtle toy 

We’re praying for
Quiet waters

Offer the deceased 
A second chance

Don’t disown 
Our broken lives

We’re not alone…

We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…

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  When the weight of the world wants to crush my soul
splintering my heart into tiny pieces
  Sometimes ...
I’ll just sit at my window -staring through the glass 
  as the rain quietly drips down my window panes

I feel the child that sleeps inside of me...
  wanting so badly to be hugged - to be loved
It nibbles greedily at my heart strings 
  these pangs of wanting - needing 

As I feel my tears quietly stain my cheeks
  leaving their clear, salty trace - I hear her voice
and I listen to the hopes and dreams of my needy child 
  this little girl that sleeps inside my soul - my mind
I quietly pay attention to her heart 
  her unspoken words- held so deep within 

I imagine her dancing - laughing - playing carefree
  Watched over lovingly by those who were supposed to care
Those too busy to notice
  Those who failed to pay her mind…
Failing to connect the dots that made her smile
  Failing to help her blossom into a woman

Through my window - I watch the rain cry its tears
  As they silently drip down the window panes of my heart - 
my child’s heart
  Peeling back the worn, torn pages of my mind
I reticently watch the world go by - wishing 

So many of my pieces missing - 
  leaving raw, unfinished edges on my skin
Elusive, tainted memories of a childhood never given
  Love never shared 
Left alone - neglected

Tracing the rain as it drips quietly on my window pane
  I touch the wetted tears on my face
Reminiscent of my own failings as a mother
  Evoking the sad memories of my wounded, lost childhood
The weeping tears of me - her 
  My little girl within


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I raise my head to the heavens 
praying for rain 
washing away the tears, I shed 
for this world of pain 

I go to sleep depending on something better 
but to my disdain 
I wake up, only to discover 
more of the same 

the world's harsh reality 
shows itself daily 
only to hold me captive 
as I wonder what happened 

the life I once knew 
a young tike 
a baby boy 
so free, playing with toys 

so easily assured 
so easily comforted 
that everything would be well 
even when I couldn't tell 

I flashback, seeing the rainbows 
after the rain showers 
and I remember the growth 
of the grass and flowers 

I didn’t like rain 
back in those days 
but now, rain is a sign 
that things can grow in time 

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Actually I Have A Quite Extensive Vocabulary

There are some things that I should say to you
But I just can’t find the words
They keep running from tongue 
And avoiding all my thoughts

And I’ve got to find a way, to say… you are… 
Well you are…
The words that I can’t find
And the feelings I don’t know

But I’ve got to find a way… to show…
That I can never let you go
Until I find the words, to say…
You are... Well you are……

You are the rain that hits my roof
And sings me back to sleep
You are my strength to rise again
When I’ve fallen to my knees
You are the warmth that comforts me
When the cold has made me weak
And still these words they don’t explain
All the things you are… well you are….

So I try again to say these things 
That I should say to you
To track down the words and bring them to their knees
And let them flow across my lips

So you can finally see, to me… you are…

Well you are…
The words that I can’t find
And the feelings I can’t show

But I’ve got to find a way… to show…
That I can never let you go
Until I find the words, to say…
You are... Well you are……

You are the rain that hits my roof
And sings me back to sleep
You are my strength to rise again
When I’ve fallen to my knees
You are the warmth that comforts me
When the cold has made me weak
And still these words they don’t explain
All the things you are… well you are….

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Will You

It's just another day may it's not a big deal, well to the sun and to the moon... it is. it's another time they get to show off what they have to the entire world. They hope that maybe someone will realize how much they actually help. That's when the rain comes. The sky starts to cry because the clouds that the rain comes from hides the light of the stars and the moon and the sun. Then the earth notices that the light is gone and hope it comes back. Eventually it will, but if all the earth does is hope, then eventually the hope will fade too. If the hope disappears than where will the light go? Will it still be light? Will it find a way to show through the tears and the dark sky that hides the happiness? Will you?

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a single drop of rain

A Single Drop of Rain
By: Arianne B.
   As I fall from the sky, I see all the other unfortunate souls that have to scatter across the 
land of the living; the land of pain, where people have to go through hell to get to heaven.  I 
don’t think I will ever know why God does what he does, but he does it for a reason. I will 
never know why God is sending me back to this sinful place where we have to go through 
trials, tribulations, and mistakes in the form of a single drop of rain.  

When I land, I land in a stream. It is warm and welcoming but at the same time cold and 
dark. It is like life, good at times but can turn just as cold as this stream is becoming. I sink 
lower into the stream but still learn to flow with the current. It lets me know that it is okay to 
finally be one with something. That all the drops of rain in this stream were once alone and 
naïve but have learned to become one with themselves and the rest of us. I don’t think that I 
will ever be alone again. 

We start to pick up speed when I notice that the fish and the alligators are trying to move in 
the opposite direction. The alligators and fish separate us as they swim the other way, but we 
always come back together, almost like we are one. The scales on their bodies rub against 
us, they feel warm and prickly but at the same time welcoming and friendly, reminding me 
as an individual of all the things I missed out on. That is when I hear it… the sound of water 
hitting water. And once again, I am falling from no where in particular to a gushing amount of 
water. I listen to it as it falls with me. The body of water that is now mine. This time it is 
different… this time the mist and air run across my slick back and rolls up as I roll down. It is 
warm and helps me understand the joys life still brings, it is sinful but it still has some good. I 
close my eyes as I am swallowed in a sea of love along with my fellow companions. I am 
looking at life in a completely different manner… all because of God’s unexplained reasoning 
for what he does. I will never know why God does what he does but he does it for a reason. 
All I know is the fact that he sent me to this wondrous place, to find out that I don’t have to 
be alone anymore… I came as a single drop of rain but stayed as a beautiful bank of water.

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Various Degrees of Happiness

Some may find me annoying
As my eyes open to the day with a smile
Some may think I'm faking
When I'm laughing as the rain drizzles around 

For years the smile
Slapped from my face
My laughter punished
From an illogical belief
That my smile maybe laughing at him

As for years I dwelled
On all that shouldn't have been
A friend once said to the rain inside
No body wants a dark cloud

So every day
I blow the clouds away
And the days I cannot breath another blow 
I crawl into somewhere no one goes

From every smile
Another grows
From every grin
I mend within
From every time I laugh
I grow with life's love

And just here and there
When what I can't bear
Gets a little bit too much
I give my happiness a rest 
Letting my smile 
Sleep for a while

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Red letter Day

London at its best
Is on a cold rain day
Shrouded around grey
Sat on board a red double Decker bus
In search of the roads paved with gold
As Charles Dickens foretold
Great Expectations
In human relations
Are the elixir of life
But far more often truth be told
Reality is cold
Small comfort on a cold rainy day
But Hey
It cant rain all the time

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Garden feel

What does a garden feel

A flower feel

A bud feel 

A seed feel

When the beholder 

Goes missing 

who can it complain?

Except the Lord. 

Yet the feeling of 

Loneliness remains

Till the first step sounds

Till the first eyes meet

Till the first breath taken

Till the first smile spread

Till the first joy breaks out

Till the garden echoes with sounds

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Edge of a clearing

The rain pours on the outskirts Edge of a clearing That resides inside forest It shows a darkling Two people reside With umbrellas they walk there A place where they cried
Russell Sivey Form Seguidilla

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Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.

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Rain Drops Falling

Rain drops falling from the sky Puddles are sure formed I desire to splash in them Surely a bit charmed I stand under rain Beautiful the water is But is quite inane
Form Seguidilla Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "any new poem 12 lines or under" contest 12/19/2012

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When Rain Falls

The rain falls, creating puddles all over Looking darker out, the rain leaves me in awe The rain fills up my soul and makes me bolder Leaving me to see that it respects the law Streaks of rain produces a blue looking stream Ripples are on the puddles as the rain beams Light’s reflecting through the rain, enhancing it I surely see the whole show from where I sit
Russell Sivey

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The Sea Is Never Filled

I watch
As the raging river’s waters
Pour into the sea
Why the sea has never filled

All about me 
The rains keep falling
Filling the earth
As far as the eye can see

It is a cold rain
A winter rain
A rain that holds
No love or dreams

Off in the distance
I can hear the melodies
Of autumn birds
They are like me
Asking with their sweet songs
For the rain to go away

Standing by the windows
In the homes on the street
I can see the faces
Of children
Waiting for the sun
To free them
From their wandering imaginations

They wait impatiently
Tapping on their windowpanes
Faces pressed against the glass
Watching the drops of water
Run into each other
All the way to the bottom
Before being washed away

They wait impatiently
To go outside and play
But the rain doesn’t hear them
It just keeps drizzling
On the houses
On the windows
On the world
And on the river
That pours into the sea
Which has never
As far as I know
Been filled

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Gift of Storms

Thus it begins so silent and still,
A tempest is born from over the hill.
A fury and beauty each of their own,
A wonder to watch curled up in your home.

Combined of light and shadows and sound,
Led by the scent of rain all around.
Please Mother Earth and Father to us all,
Send us this gift so that the rain will fall.

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Heavy Hearted

A cloudy sky looms 
With threat of rain today,
And our American flag 
Is being shredded 
By the fierce winds 
That constantly blow,
A reminder of our soldiers 
And how they too
Are being shredded in this 
War that no one wants.

Safe and warm within 
My little castle on the hill
I can’t help but think 
How cold winter will become;
That chill to the bone 
They will feel washes over me
As compassion for their 
Bearing up stabs my heart.

As each tour ends another 
One begins, with funerals
To attend and more young 
Soldiers laid to rest with cold
Medals of honor and folded flags 
That will wave no more.
The rain is here and like my tears, 
Comes in sudden bursts.

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Old Umbrella

He masterfully portrays Under an old umbrella Stopping no rain from falling Shows how moist life is Lifting the stem higher up Trying to keep rain away Nothing seems to stop it all Rain lands on his head To his chagrin it rains hard Beading down to his wet brow He desires to throw it out Useless contraption Now the rain pours on his face He debates life’s irony How his luck has fallen down As the rain descends
Russell Sivey

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The Effect of Rain

This liquid falls from the sky
most people's don't like it
for it can make us cold and wet
total misery especially when you sit

This liquid fills all the oceans
gives us water to drink
makes plants and crops grow
but causes boats to sink

In the dryness of the desert
it's so very much desired
quenches the thirst reviving life
keeping one adequately fired

When the temperatures drop
ice develops freezing the rain
giving many opportunities to skate
sometimes makes one fall to pain

That white stuff called snow
also comes when temperatures drop
giving lovely fluffy stuff
so one can ski upon this prop

As raindrops fall upon our head
remember it's for our good
without it we would starve
with it live as you should

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A Dove

I am just an innocent dove
Who only know how to love
And I am in deep love with someother female dove
But She said , she has no belief in me and love
She is the only one who listens to me
She is the only one who stole my lonliness
Many times I said I love you more than my life
But she used to laugh at me
Then she said,'' I will believe in love and you
When I see the rain drops in red
When my body became wet in that red drops''
I am confused and said it's just impossible
Again she laughed and said this love is also impossible

I want to make her believe my love is true
And I can do anything for her
One day, I am with a red rose to her
She is in deep sleep and my be in a dream
I don't want to disturb her
I am just flying above her and waiting to express my love again
Then she suddenly wokeup from the sleep
Because of the red rain
She became totally wet in that red drops
And she is the happiest person to see that miracle
But those are my last moments
Because the rose is just in my mouth
But the thorns are sucked in my heart
That is not the red rain but my red blood
I gave her the rose and proposed again
She accepted my love with the tears in her eyes
Those are the last words I heard
Just for those words I lived

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Rain On A Sunny Day

Today, again, the rain falls
while the sun is still too bright;
joy and pain at war, deaf to truce calls,
each droplet doomed to evaporate from sight.
Oh, this warmth, punctuated fleetingly
by specks of floating condensation;
like the fevered heat of my memory,
our last tear-eyed conversation.
How like this confusing horizon
was our, too brief, time as one;
strange contradiction love relies on:
chilling rain and a brilliant sun.

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Laying here in this field,
Rain drops begin to fall
The moon so full and bright
I can see the drops before they land.
This rain feels as though its cleansing my soul
Purifying old memories, 
Old emotions
Washing my old and weathered state
For hours I lay here
In this grassy field
Drenched, to my inner being
The rain slows
Til it stops all together.
I open my eyes to see
Beautiful clear sky
The stars flickering
The moon so vibrant
I stand
And I know the rain washed away.....

Details | Monoku | |

Hard Rain

It rained so hard everything had a blue hue…
Russell Sivey

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out in the elements i love to be,
the wind and rain it makes me feel free,
feeling the rain droppletts upon my face,
then feeling the wind as it starts to race,
out in the winds and out in the rain,
some people think i have gone insane,
but what do we have thats free on this land,
a lovely smelling flower in the palm of my hand,
buildings and buildings are filling our land,
and all we will end up with is a pile of sand

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Impermanent Peace

The rain taps soft against the windowpane
I've always loved listening to the rain
The wind slowly carries my only deep peace
All of the struggles and miseries release
Nature soothes my confused young soul
This world of mine has taken its toll
All of life is only a temporary stay 
The trees and plants will all rot away
We are all just guests in the green and blue
And this is why I still remember  you…
You always loved listening to the rain
The rain taps soft against the windowpane
The wind slowly carries my broken pieces
And like everything else the peace ceases
All of life is only a temporary stay
The sun and stars will fade away
We are all just guests in the green and blue
And this is why I will always love you…

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Memoirs of a Cabin

Once I was so full of life, 
   Teeming with children, struggle and strife
Every day, 
  Mother got up and made Papa some coffee,
Made herself some tea.
       Then she would gently shake the little ones awake, 
Making sure that they could get to school on time,
       And for themselves a future make.
Then the times changed,
   The family, they got a car
The children all moved away and the parents
  With them.
I hoped that someone would come back, 
     Someone to fill me again with life,
But now I sit here, lonely
       Thinking of the olden days, 
Slowly, so slowly eroding away.

I awake in the morning and discover,
    A tree has fallen next to me.
This pavement thing is on my right, 
     With horseless carriages speeding by.
I'm just an old cabin now,
    Remembering the good old days.
Before I fell into myself and started to waste away.

   They say that houses are made of other things now, 
Plaster and metal and tin on the roofs.
  None were made as good as I was,
Wood and mud to chink up the walls.
  My windows were glass, and sometimes plastic
My floor was the earth itself
   Life was much better
And in the bad weather 
   The family would take the cocoa off of the shelf 
And talk of the day when they would get a new house, 
  One made of plaster and metal and tin on the roof,
Then they wouldn't have rain coming down on thier heads
  And rain spots soaking into thier beds.
But I enjoyed them.
   Now the family is gone, never to return

And so, in this great wilderness the cabin falls,
  Never to be missed.
The cowardly taste death many times, but I, as a valiant man, taste it but once.

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Fragrance of Rain

Rain falls onto the concrete blissfully Showering with playfulness in the air Sending fragrance about quite wistfully Having a life of delight everywhere Showering with playfulness in the air Piecing as one harmony with a sigh I cannot help but to look and to stare And smell the atmosphere, I can’t deny Sending fragrance about quite wistfully Concrete sends a chill of an aroma Smell is of vast expanse, so peacefully Brings forth honor in heart’s loving chroma Having a life of delight everywhere The rain appears to glow from the inside The fragrance astounds making us aware Smelling with sensations that we abide
Russell Sivey Form Retourne 11/13/2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Rainstorm Song

Let It Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain … Rain
Let It Pound Against My Window Pane
Let It Slant and Soak and Stain
and Steady Drizzle-Drip Down This Drain

… Oh, Let It Rain

Let Dark Skies Gather and Claim
Silver Streaks, As Gray Clouds Came
Even Pretty Damp … Today Seems Plain
Let The Sunshine … Today, Feel Vain

… As It Rains

Let It Pour! …
‘Til It Pours No More
Let It Pop In Puddles
‘Til It Pools Around My Door

… And Should I Shiver
Don’t Let It Differ
Let Raindrops Run
… Just Like A Raging River

Let This Thunder Echo Like Ten Trains
Let The Lightning Flash High and Aim
Let Winds Whip Wild & Wet Then Wane-Untamed
Let It Twist and Turn My Own Weather Vane

& Pitter-Patter Thru My Blood-Vessels & Veins
… Oh Let It Rain

Let It Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain … Rain
Let It Pound Against My Window Pain
Let It Slant and Soak and Strain
and Steady Drizzle-Drip Down This Drain

… Oh, Let It Rain

                Written & ©:  6/12/2013
      On A Rainy, Wednesday, Late Afternoon
                     By:  The MoonBee

Details | Free verse | |

If You Can't Beat 'em, Join 'em.

Lift up the tarps
Let the stubborn rain in
Wind up the roof
Watch the lightning begin
Mud up the feet
In the dance of the wilderness
Twist brooding trees
in a moment of dizziness
Spin all the stars undone, laughing and overcome
Mix all your tears with the eyes that the rain came from
Sleep under grumbling clouds, thick sleep with anvil eyes
Wake to be healed by the opulent opal sky
Fold up the tent
Let the sun warm the ground
Pull up your roots 
and sweet tune to the sounds
Pack up the storm
in your backpack and go
You just can't stop the rain~
Might as well join the flow...

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I'll Follow You

If you cry out my name
I'll come running to your door
I'll be there when the world walks out
When you're broken up inside
I will be by your side
Hold you through the night
Be there when it rains

There will be storms, I promise you
But I swear I will help you get through
Cause it can't rain forever
I'll follow you, whatever you do

My arm around your neck
Your head on my shoulder
Hold you tight
Squeeze back in you the will to carry on
The spark, the fire, the fight

If you cry out my name
I'll come running to your door
There will be storms, I promise you
But I swear I will help you get through
Cause it can't rain forever
I'll follow you, whatever you do

You can never be alone
Cause a part of me is tied to you
Just know that
I'm never alone when I think of you
I'll be there every single second
Every single day
For the rest of my life
You're an amazing person
One of these days, I know
I hope
You will see more in me than the girl who is your friend
Cause I'll be there for you more than any one in the end

Details | Free verse | |

cut the water from the cloud strings

cut the waters from the cloud strings
and watch as the rain pulls the clouds
to the unforgiving ground below
the rain disperse to form a full ocean
on earth, but where, where does 
the ocean leave to, where does it go?
see it rise, rise up to 
the sky above, though you don't see it
you watch it take place.
its life begins again it is in the clouds
above all the trees
see it pour down to the ground
only to have it rise again.

Details | Free verse | |


it was just raining in my dream,
in my sleep, in a pair of my closed eyes. 
then the rain falls in love with my eyes
which never slept. i always find my eyelashes
wet like the dew on the grass, in the morning and evening. 
then the rain was also in love to my body.
delightedly shower me, bathe my body.
my body suddenly has a bathroom
with a tub full of eternal rain. 
then the rain was in love to my bed,
to my room, my house too. it is full of rain.
i saw the cabinets, chairs and tables, clothes, books,
and my memories swam in a huge puddle.
then the rain in love to my yard.
drowned the trees and flowers
in my garden. i saw the stalk
and carrion floating in front of my house. 
then the rain was also in love to road
i watched the rain was running like a vehicle
on it. i do not know where will it go.
you know, i always imagined rain coming to
your house, knocking on your door,
pushed into your room, climbed your bed,
soak your body, and fell in love with your eyes. 
i always pray, in your sleep, in dreams,
a pair of your closed eyes looking at me and the rain,
watching me playing in the rain, alone.
and you come along.

Details | Burlesque | |

The Call

The Call...The Call
I have answered...The question    
  Would you like to have sex before pleasure
Take me now...I am burning with desire
Get Down on Me honey
Too much of a good thing is wonderful
I am bringing in home darling
Now...Attached to You...As One
You taking thee deep
You smile
It is the second best thing that you do with your lips.
Sit...Sit on me Gently
Take me in
Take me deep
Kiss me...Hold me...Guide me into you
The rain will fall
I will rain on you
Cumming whenever you call
You have heard my mating call
Answered you have
Into your arms
Your sexual charms
I am lost
I am lost 

Copyright Peter LeBuhn 2006 

Peter LeBuhn 

Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight Thunderstorm in Joburg

Echoes of furious thunder,

splintering the silence of night.

The rain beating down in sheets,

fractures the darkness with lashes of light.

Branches strewn snapped and broken,

leave limbless trees shattered.

The torrential deluge crushes,

delicate flowers laying bruised and scattered.


Ah, but the storm passes,

as all tempests eventually fade,

leaving raw wounds to heal,

shielded from the morrow’s blazing sun,

resting in the serene coolness of comforting shade

Details | Verse | |

In Rain Bask

Solid overcast skies_light gray
    Gentle breeze stirs wet air
Moisture penentrates everything
    Day to play without care

Got to go in from the porch soon
    Get busy with task
There are many chores to be done
    What?_ maybe in rain bask

The rain is flooding down heavy 
    Click-clack the simple sound
At times there is a roar like train
    On long, long journey bound

Now surrounded in stereo
    Rain sounds, rain dampened page
Rain dampened hair, but not cold_comfy
    Rain come stay let loose sage

Details | I do not know? | |


Rain. It truly is a magnificent thing. Let it pour down and fill our hearts, as we watch the lightning strike down to the earth, from the sky. The thunder roars loudly, as the rain turns into a giant puddle on the ground and moistens the sweet, sweet earth. As it falls down from the sky and turns into an even bigger puddle on the ground, it also washes the fruits and vegetables and cleanses our earth. Rain is always cleanses our hearts and souls, as well as the earth. It always washes miracles our way and we soon find good things happening all around. It’s as though the rain cleans a path of harmony everywhere it goes.

Details | Rhyme | |

Rains Of Surreal

There were clouds from the sky
To be a little darker then before
Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny
The ever mist in darken haze to recall

And the walked path was an unsheltered one
He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour
Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone
For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser!

That be pure and impure to see
For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake
To understand the substances of purity
To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake

As the rain becomes heavier in turn
It only meant for the routes be harder to view
To be drench toward a point of no-return
Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal!

Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after
To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown
And to walk is the path already be taken forever
Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown

Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

The moist air come around once more
to start the new life of nature to be sure
spring showers that cleanses our world.

The snow melts to a degree for it is time to see
a world of wonders for everyone
that needs a spring showers to be free.

The ground gets all soft for things to grow
to be part of this emotional adaptation
is how we should know.

The binds of winter goes away 
to be come a new season to portray 
a wonder of colors and beauty.

The moment has come to use your umbrellas
in many ways can block the showers 
that might drizzle on us to ruin our day. 

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013

Details | Monorhyme | |

Night Train

He's riding a train, in the rain,
His dissatisfaction is bringing him pain,
Almost driving him completely insane
As he watches the rain spatter the pane.
He's staring at lights braking infinite plains
Of darkness, his conscience a stain.
Watching over his life, without any gain.
No happiness, as his smile is a feign.
His conscience being his existential bane,
(enough is enough)
(he said over again)
And he can do nothing but stare at the rain,
Watching god play his cruel games,
For when the sky come falling, crushing the fame,
And power is nothing but only a name,
And kings have all but given up on their reign,
And when beauty can finally be explained,
Et bleu sacrée coule du vien,
(And sacred blue is dripping from the vien)
And Saints and Monsters are finally slain,
And we've wasted our last plot of grain,
And the creatures of night have shaken their mane
And he can do nothing but stare at the same,
At the rain pitter-pattering on the train,
And the rain, the falling rain.
So when he got up the way he came,
And found the poem he so gladly tamed,
Only three lines, yet they captured his maims.
(enough is enough)
(he said over again)
And the rain pitter-pattered on the roof of the train,
And the rain, the falling rain.
And so his life changed.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Winter

So many people rave on about summer
To me this couldn’t be dumber
Winter is the time for me
A time where I feel truly comfortable and free

Winter is great sleeping weather
Either alone or embracing together
There is no season that is better
Some like it dry I like it wetter

My troubles get washed away with the rain
Swept away like the winter leaves down the drain
A time where I feel less pain
A time where I feel slightly less insane

With considerable rain comes a departure of the water restriction
One can bathe without fear of conviction 
In summer people smell and sweat
Less likely in winter because it’s cold and wet

Winter starts on the 1st of June
With the darker winter nights comes a brighter moon
The sounds of the rain and wind at night
The pound of thunder accompanied by sparks of light

When it’s cold you can put on a beanie or an extra top
If it’s hot there are only so many layers you can strip before you must stop
Winter is a time for rain, hail and snow
A time when the weeds slowly grow

In winter there are less flies, rodents and ants
In winter I can feel comfortable wearing pants
In winter termites are less active or even dormant
Good for us but for them a bad predicament

Winter is a great time for a hot drink
And an excellent time to head to the ice rink
In winter you can hug without feeling sticky
Being intimate when it is hot can be quite tricky

A drink stays cold so you don’t need to add ice
In winter you can have a hot curry with rice
In winter football is played
Birds migrate and eggs are laid

You lay beside a warm fire
And drink red wine or whatever you desire
There’s nothing finer than a warm home cooked dinner
In winter you are less concerned about being thinner

You may get a little cough or sneeze
And you may see images like these
Children playing in a puddle
A loving couple having a cuddle

Winter colours can be dark but also bright
Like when water turns to snow it appears white
The sparkling of stars at night
The fallen leaves with the wind in flight

Winter is most definitely the best of the four seasons
This has been proven with so many reasons

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The sound of water is heard 
The rain falling onto the ground 
Like a giant waterfall 
Where the source comes from nature itself 

The sun hides behind the clouds 
Which have darkened 
Lightning and thunder 
We see and we hear 
The signs of a heavy rain 

I now hear splashing sounds 
I see tiny fountains as water droplets hit the ground 
Muddy puddles form in grassy patches 
Traffic comes to what seems like a standstill 

After the sky has shed all his tears 
Joy and love radiates from the sun 
A new weather, a new cycle 
Water has begun yet another circulation through nature 
As if starting afresh  

Without rain 
we would run out of water supplies 
Crops would not grow 
Famine and drought 
And poverty 

Humanity is no longer troubles or worried of any wrongdoing 
All washed away 
Humanity is cleansed by nature's purifying waterfall 
Dried by the sun's warmth and glory 
We are ready to move on. 

Rain is a blessing.

Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten Reality

The family gathered to celebrate the new baby
A home filled with love, past memories and joy
Smells from the kitchen perforate the room
Children and laughter, barking dogs, purring cats
Aunty Flo’s paintings proudly decorate the walls
Grannies old rocking chair in pride of place
The new couch and chairs bought on time, admired by all
Familiar objects overflowing, a house filled with love
A front yard carefully tendered flowers in tidy beds
Large back yard, old mango tree, gums and weathered swing
The twins playing happily by the river bed near bye
People, cats, dogs, chickens and ducks all in harmony
A picture of content, hard work and mortgage paid
The sun as usual, blistering heat, on a perfect Aussie day
Then blessed rain, falling softly on the old tin roof
Rain, rain, rain, at last such a blessed relief
After so many months of intense heat and dry dusty days
Rain, rain, thunderstorms and more rain
Days of rain, rain non stop, rain never ceasing.

Rivers rising, water flowing every- where, rain, rain
Sand bags and trenches dug, trying to stop the inevitable
Rising rivers, warnings given, sudden evacuation necessary
Escape now the only answer, children gathered
Babies crying not understanding the agony around
Roads blocked, bridges down, cars and belongings floating bye
Life to be saved survival all that matters now
Neighbours helping neighbours, pregnant women giving birth
People clinging to rooftops, cars and trees, volunteers risking lives
Shelter given, food, blankets, coffee and cups of tea
Arms outstretched to devastated people trying to find hope
The country coming together doing all it can to help
Day’s later families returning to destroyed hopes and dreams
Mud, stench, debris and brown murky water, nothing to be saved
No couch, swing or rocking chair, pictures all destroyed
Back yard gone, trees destroyed nothing but sludge and stench
Such a heart breaking human toll of such unprecedented scale
Lives, homes and livings lost in a tsunami like destruction
Australia, Australia our land of drought and floods!

Details | I do not know? | |

Rain in the City

as the rain falls on the city

all words

seem drenched

running like worthless ink off meaningless paper


the rain falls incessantly on

in sheets of glassy vehemence

tearing my thoughts apart

splintering the fragile truce of this night

words, just worthless words

floating by

wrestling me to the ground

worthless words

devoid of all feeling, and of everything that should be true

disjointed and hollow

as my thoughts in melancholic comfort wallow

wrapping me in a shroud of accepted gloom

a vain cloak of indulgence, 
while revelling in the impending doom

and still the rain keeps pouring

clipping the wings of my dreams

that are no longer intent on soaring

but why do i subject you

to all this idle and quite bitter chatter

for when all is said and done and scribbled

will any of this matter?

so i take leave of you, yet again

as i surrender 

to the lunacy of the sane

and to the whipping

of the cold, biting harrowing rain...

Details | Rhyme | |

Walking Away

As the wind rushes by,
Already shy.
I watch as you lie,
Making the seasons cry.
Sometimes I would always wonder why,
They always do their best to try.
You show you turned,
As though you never learned.
But yet your love is what they try to earn.
The rain drops go and run,
Drying on the heat of the sun.
As I walked upon your shoulders,
Trying to relieve all the bolders.
The beauty of our past,
Has not yet last,
Among the lands so vast. 
The rain drops yet fall down,
Letting my emotions drown.
I have not yet made a frown,
I still stand,
As though this world is so bland.

Details | Haiku | |

four modern haiku

Modern Haiku  

Wet dog
Looks into a rain pool

When it rains
Cats sleep on window sills
Pensive mice

Meditative rain 
Gently descends
In September

Mountain village 
In the mist 

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The Storm

The rain falls soundlessly to the ground,
The creatures try not to get wet.
Running swiftly and in a great bound,
Will they make it? No not yet.
They dodge the limbs of trees that fall,
They shiver as the thunder crashes.
The trees seam to form a wall,
They begin to burn and turn to ashes.
The sky darkens and turns to black,
The smoke fills the animals lung.
Running forward and not looking back,
In the air the burning stench hung.
The rain soon smothers the fire,
As if to make sure it burns no higher.

Details | I do not know? | |

After the Rain

After the rain goes away,
All bad things have been washed away.
My tears fell with the fallen rain drops
And they will wash away down stream with all the tears
From the sky.
When the rain dries up and
All  my pain has withered away with it, 
The flowers bloom again and the sun comes back out 
And all the joy I have lost has come back into my heart. 
After the sun comes out and  suns rays are shining,
I feel so lifted and happy once again.
Like all my burdens are gone and I have been set free.
After the rain clouds come,
I feel sadness in my heart again and the pain comes back 
Just as before and I feel my eyes start to tear up and water.
After the rain falls,
This cycle will start all over again.
It is never ending and it's the story of my life--
It's how it will always be--
After the rain. 

Details | I do not know? | |

The Deluge

The Deluge.

finally the deluge

skipping in rhythmic heartbeats
the softly sprinkling rain

hums and lulls and cajoles and comforts
the weary evening
glistening leaves
on beaming trees
blades of grass shimmer
like rough diamonds strewn about
and settling in my heart
is the softly lilting touch
of peace
of truth
of the rain clearing away
the debris of this passing day

Details | Verse | |


I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

But It Rained...

Denver sang Annie's song and the wind howled and swept cold.
I paced across my flooded hall, gathering every drop
The fiery rain sold. Specks of cinder fell
On my face and burnt the skin at every place. I paid the price
To buy my drops to swallow pains centuries old.
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter it went
As I yearned to be those leaves on the banyan,
Moist and cleansed of any gathered dust.
Grabbing my guitar I sat by the window to
Play some tune close to my heart. But the songs
Played themselves. They were close- too close!
My soaked fingers burnt on the fret and I knew not what
I played. All I felt that it burned and scorched while
The wind chilled and soothed others hurt and blaze.
The tree tops swayed to my pain and the clouds started to bleed,
While my fingers went numb playing on the strings. The wind
Whispered, "Burn such tears that no one needs."
A lightening quivered through the echoing space and the light
Blinded my blurry eyes. Like an artist's sketch it rose and fell;
Like the hope that rises and quickly dies. Through the balmy
Dark walls I saw Those eyes, piercing through the lull. Like the
Iceberg that slammed and pierced with ease
Through the great Titanic's hull. Couldn't stop my legs that
Walked me outside the door. Stood there I clad in rags
As the rain pelted; the wind sang ballads for a soaked crow.
It looked at me with a sigh and a frown; maybe I was its
Image of a clown. Roaring and dancing in an ecstasy of thefts,
With streamers and balloons to celebrate this death. Looking down
I saw a puddle, as my parched throat belched with pain.
I cried and Cursed and stretched my arms; screaming...
But it rained.

Details | Ode | |

Ode the Rain

With out rain what would we do?
What would we drink? 
What about food?

Its helps us out 
Every year
It grows our cotton 
So we have something to wear

With out rain what would we do?
 Would we walk around naked?
 What  about you?

Details | Free verse | |

Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul

Details | I do not know? | |


night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn


night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day


night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away

Details | Free verse | |

And it Was Good

I still remember you.

No matter how far I get,
halfway across the world or not;
whether or not it's been two whole years,
two long years where so very much has changed;
doesn't make a lick of difference.
Damn, I still remember us.

Just last week, on a day
when the rain fell on our group
as we examined relics of the past,
a little of my own shone through
as I described to a fellow
our first kiss.

He talked about how he liked rainy days,
because when they came around 
he used to go to his girl
with flowers and watch movies,
and it was great.

This reminded me, gloriously,
of how, on a day much like that,
when the rain made anything possible
and you glowed;
how we went in my front yard to stand beneath it.

And how you hopped, skipped, and danced,
seemingly on the wet air,
laughing lightly as you did -
how, then, I simply had to have a kiss from you,
and it was magic.

Just a few days ago, I examined my life,
and how my parents are proud of me.
They've been for some time, and it's only grown now,
with my job and the distance.

In that, I thought of what my father sacrificed,
for my brothers and me,
part of the reason I've walked the path I have.

This reminded me, wistfully,
of a time when he knew I despaired,
over being suddenly bereft of you -
and he took me for a drive.

He let me vent, let me discuss you;
let me show him with words
some of the memories that to this day
dance behind my eyes.

He let me talk about how down I was,
first discovered my poetry;
half of it, at that time, about you.
He let me go on and on, and gave his advice,
and it was great.

You see, even where I am now,
even though it's been so long;
even though I've been over this for some time -
even though I swore I wouldn't do it again;
I still remember us.

I still feel connected.

It's infinitely different now,
and feels more like an old friend
with some special caveats
and very special memories,
than any yearning for us again.

You and I;
hard to describe.

It was short-lived, but hard-hitting;
like the raging tempest that passes
faster than breath, faster than thought -

All I hope is one day, for something so wondrous
to exist once more, for each of us;
whoever it ends up being.

Don't mistake my intentions -
this isn't a letter of longing for a love, a life long lost.
It's just a letter.

A letter remembering what you may or may not,
what I do;
what has passed.

It was good.

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The rain starts to fall again

Today began much like any other day
Help for above must be on the way
Everything seems to get soaked by the rain
Realizing the sorrow it erases the pain.

Anything can happen I’m living proof
Inside I stay dry sheltered by the roof
No one can hear me, so what good are the words
Sounds so familiar like you’ve heard it before.

Too many emotions seem to get in the way
Against all odds I still arrive at today
Retreating to only gain the ground once again
To you, my love, I shall always send.

Some people come in soaked from the rain
Totally washed out, nothing was gained
Only the rain really knows for sure
Followed by sunshine it feels like a cure.

All of the pieces of the puzzle are in place
Leaving it behind just to join in the race
Losing it all and then starting over again
Answers I don’t know yet remember when.

Ghosts from the past come from out of the fog
Air is quite heavy saturated with smog
Inside the rain can’t get to me
No one shall know what the future may be.

Details | Rhyme | |

The Shower

I sit inside
Watching the rain,
Tracing it's path
Down the window pane.

I gaze at the people
Rushing past,
Praying the shower
Will not last.

Coats are buttoned,
Umbrellas brought out.
It's a downpour 
There's no doubt.

Snug inside
I sip my tea,
Getting wet
Is not for me.

People dash for cover
As the rain pelts down,
Making the puddles
A murky brown.

The streets are empty,
As the rain reaches it's worst.
It's a good job
I found shelter first.

Slowly the puddles 
Stop growing in size,
The sun and the rain
Reach a compromise.

As the rain drizzles down
And the sun reappears,
I see the most beautiful
rainbow I've seen in years.

People emerge
From under trees,
All that's left
Is a refreshing breeze.

Although it's dry
I want to stay another hour,
I'll watch and watch
For the next winter shower.

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The Better View

I gave it all away for a moment 
I would have done it for a second 
Because the truth us held deep in the mind 
And so very rarely does it find its way to the tongue
Or release itself from blackened lungs
You must live to regret 
If you have done no such thing you have not lived 

She told me she hates my depression 
Asking what is my obsession 
And why is it something never mentioned 
Did I make you think 
Aw sweetie are my thoughts finally sinking in 
I’m looking down with a grin 
She longs to be up there with him 
She’s wondering was he forgiven for his sins
In her mind they all added up and he dissolved them and drank them down 

“God has he found happiness”
“I hope he still remembers the kiss of morning dew”
“God damn you”
“Together we were just the few”
“Alone we are just me and you”
She is screaming hard into the sea and praying into the sun
I hate to tell her its useless to prey 
I’m not burning in hell I guess I played my little role pretty damn well
“He had such an abstract view”
“I bet in heaven there is laughter only because of you”
“God does he now sing to you as if some how in cue”

Sweety heaven is made of memories of us two
and it holds no resemblance to perfection 
Because perfection is an idea and affection
That I felt down there with you
Can you hear me floating outside your window I’m singing softly keep time with 
the pitter patter of rain on your shutters 
I came back to tell you imperfection was my obsession

In the sobering hours, I realize this is all just a reversal of roles
And maybe it was what I was thinking at the time 
But in that peaceful serenity of screams I went blind
And my tears fell like rain from the sky 
My voice swelled and crack in steady time 
In this instance I saw the light 
Far off in the distance at the end of the rail line
I wish I could conjure up a lie 
Like it was dust in my eye

But I’m too busy singing 
About an empty shore line 
A misplaced memory tossed into the sea
And all that I’ve hoped to have forgotten 
Has gotten itself incapsuled in a line
Of some depressing song that I’m inclined to keep singing 
But after the rains the black rose will emerge 
And purge from my heart every haunting memory
Because the power of the mind is worthless 
If it is not producing fiction to soothe the quiet addiction of the heart
I hope everyone will see that the suffering
Is universal and it’s a course for all of us to bare

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The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!

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light of sadness

My soul pours out of my heart,
Along with the rain that pours from the sky.
A hollow feeling grows from inside,
But I just lay here and feel I will die.
The rain hits my face,
Making reality stay close.
My cold, beating heart slows,
And my breathing almost goes.
I start to fade,
Out of this life I once knew.
Feeling everything leave me,
As I count my last heart beats,
Four, three and two…
Then the clouds are empty,
And the raining stops.
The moon shines down
Making my heart drop.
This feeling i forgot is now returning,
I open my eyes and remember,
Just how beautiful the moon is.
I no longer have to remember to breath,
And my heart is racing inside of me.
The day I thought would be my last,
Turned out to be the day all my pain has past.

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Raindrops fall from the sky as clouds come in.

He waits for the rain to stop, but it keeps going.

No sunshine in sight to dry up the ground.

So he walks in the rain getting soaked by each raindrop.

Then a sudden pain hits his heart trying to break him,

But then he sees a  girl ready to help him.

The feeling goes away and a rainbow is visible.

Their is hope now even though it didn't feel like it a while ago.

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Storm Surprise

            Storm Surprise

Desert never felt a wet time in its history
It had to drink up sun light in the days
And stand solid with the sand to pass the night
No complaints were registered when the rains came
To shock the dunes alive
They rolled along with floods and lightning
Lizards blinked, so many pounding drops unthinkable
That never seemed to stop
Legs waved like leaves then spun away
Rocks showed their heads then sunk
Winds carried on like drunken sailors
The quiet desert became a circus of whirlpools
Buried in water rings
Blending into what was silence
It still held on to tons of sand
But would never be the same again
Dry land was just a memory
Rain saw to that

Created on 2/28/15 Pick A Subject – Poetry Contest sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
The subject is "Storm"

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She screams a scream into the rain The sound bounces off the countless raindrops The sound going so fast it becomes color The color of infinity stretching across the sky. She stands there soaked to the bone her clothes sticking to her body like a scared child to a blanket soon her tears mingle with the rain droplets running down her smooth skin She was a walking a bomb about to burst apart. But now her steam had joined the water above She was breathless, her lungs ached Watching the rain dance in the headlights of passing cars, she was hypnotized Her bare feet placed firmly on the gravel and her jeans on the curb She felt every crack rock and pebble that she was on It all seemed so little in the rain For it to be all washed away in the sweeping storms She liked that idea, it made her smile the thought of being clean To be free of your problems To know that you can have hope once more Thats what she found that night in the young spring rain Hope. The hope that you can banish the army of ghosts that follow you in your dreams The hope of lifting the fear of the future to see the beauty of today The hope of being able to live. Live freely and utterly

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Permutations Of The Day

          Permutations Of The Day

Ordered, arranged, delegated, are the exhortations of the day
Orange, red, and the yellows wonder out of orbit
Round out the sun to give it colors
Bursting parameters of circles 
Gray, charcoal, born blue, become the rain
This day rolls in thin with a hint of mist
Determined to hold back the tears in clouds 
In light of pure perplexity it retains a heavy burden

The sky will open when in the mood
Cry when clouds become too much to handle
Fade in silence that remains in natural selection queues
In the permutations of the day


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The Falling: Part II

Thats all she needs.
She desperatly wants his strong, protective arms to wrap around her and sheild her from this cruel world, this world that has broken her.
She desperatly needs him to whisper to her the words that would set her free.
That everything will be ok, and that he won't ever leave,
Like the many times before, where she would lie in his arms for hours
just listening to him breath in and out. His steady heartbeat playing its beautiful composition in her ear. The most signifigant sound in her world. 
She drops to her knees, pulling her drentched hair from its roots,
Screaming at the heavens.
The heavens respond with a loud bellow,
shaking the earth beneath her.
She knows the truth.

Yet she refuses to accept it.

The pouring rain continues to fall.
She continues to break.

He does not exist.
Not anymore.
He never did.

She wanted it too much.
She wanted to feel love.
She wanted to feel human.
She wanted to feel the unconditional need to be with another person,
and have that feeling returned with equal amounts of passion.

Was it too much to ask for?
Is it too much to ask for?

She can not move.
The rain starts to freeze mid air,
violently pelting her exposed body, leaving red marks as proof.
She does not care.
She can not feel.

The heavens cry out to her, begging her to get up, 
To get help.
She refuses.
All she needs is him.
Who ever He is...
Where ever He is...
She will wait.
Wait for all of eternity if need be.
She will wait for the unconditional love.
For that unruly passion that burns in both of their souls.
She waits for the man who was designed to love her,
to need her the same way she needs him.
She waits for the man who cannot live without her warmth,
her touch. 

And with that,
She slowly, unwillingly pushes herself off the muddy pavement,
permitting herself one final glance at the angry sky,
catching a glimpse at her diamond among coal
Her only friend in the wake of night.
The moon.
"Save me, my angel...Save me."
she whispers towards the sky, allowing a tiny smile to dance across her pale, desolate face
Before returning back to her throne in her cold, abandon dungon, her in lonly, abandon castle.

Feeling a new emotion she's never felt before.


Hope shoots across her sky like a metor.
Shinning so bright, filling her with warmth that blinds her.
The heavens cry out,
He will find her one day.
And she will be waiting. 

[.Because Falling in love, Is giving someone the power to break you.]

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The Falling: part I


Loud noise.

but it was not just noise, no, not to her.
It was the wild cries from the heavens, calling out to her, reassuring her that everything will be ok, that there is somebody out there who understands, who is just like her.
She emerges from her throne, in her cold, abandon dungon, in her lonly, abandon castle where she is kept prisoner. Kept prisoner from her dreams, her temptations, herself.


The scent stunns her.
Memories from her former life proceed to play like a movie in her memory...
a movie that she can not pause, can not forget.
She stumbles, -afraid to move for the thought that this magical moment may dissapear if she becomes too hasty- to her only escape.
Destroying the barriers that stand in her path.

Ice cold.
The tiny rain drops fall from the sky,
releasing her temporarily from her own personal hell.
From judgment.
From criticism.
From the abandonment that overpowers her.

Lifting her pale, desolate face to the sky
she lets the rain wash away...
Wash away the hate
Wash away the pain
Wash away the lonliness
Wash away the end.

She cries.
No one would notice, the rain unselfishly disguises her pain so any on lookers would assume that the moisture is just from the malicious storm.
The wind.
So rude, so loud, whips past her.
Attempting to knock the fragile being to the ground.
But she is strong, stronger than she thinks.
She is not phased by it's attempt.
Mother nature is kind.
The heavens cry out again,
begging the young girl to remember, to be happy.
But she cannot.
She can't breath.
She can't think.
Her heart stopped beating a long time ago.
Stopped dead in her lonly, broken chest,
and the heavens cannot understand why

No one can.
But no ones ever tried.
Suddenly, the vicious winds attack her once more,
this time getting a reaction.
A violent tremmor shakes her body
raising goosebumbps on her skin.
She barely notices.
Her imagination runs free, 
unleashing all her memories, all her former happiness.
They all consist of Him.....

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The Child

Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels. 
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help. 
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.

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The rain falls gently against my skin
Releasing the whispers in each gust of wind 
Picks me up than gently puts me down
Playing its music so i may dance around
 Sharing its beat with every breath i take in 
Changing its direction as i dance and spin
The rain drops now fade away 
Through the willow branches the sun shines my way 
The winds gusts halt's to a low 
Now a slow song is played as i dance to and fro

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Dreams That No Longer Come

Sitting by my winter window
Studying a cold rain 
Beating on my window pane
I vigilantly watched each drop
Gathering at the bottom
Before rolling away

Looking past
The cold wet forest
I gazed to a long ago place
Where I could still see you
Waiting for me
To come home

My thoughts
Are no longer here
They are in a distant land
Someplace where they can 
No longer be touched
A place where dreams begin
And you are always 
Waiting for me 

There was a time
I believed in dreams
And songs
And love
But those days have turned
Into a wintry rain
A rain that stings 
Hard on my cheeks 
A rain that rolls 
Down my face
Before falling harshly
On a winter ground
And dies

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Summer Rain

The rain is coming down outside,
A chill is in the air;
So we spent the afternoon inside,
Playing cards and solitaire;

The desert air is thriving,
From the raindrops falling down
And the grease woods come alive;
As in the torrent, they drown;

The dogs are getting frisky,
And the horses huddle up;
We all pour a shot of whiskey,
In our lukewarm coffee cups;

We’re sitting on the terrace,
Listening to rain on the tin;
The summer heat has been erased;
And we just can’t help but grin;

We started talking and joking,
But silence soon ensued;
We watch the rain as it's soaking,
Putting us all in a good mood!

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Daydreaming on wendsday morning

im sitting in class,
the rain keeps falling
my mother keeps calling
my mind is empty
but it keeps on thinking
the teacher stares at me
i feel like I’m shrinking
he’s trying so hard to gain my attention
But sadly I’m lost in a different dimension 
I don’t care anymore, **** what you say
your  useless, annoying, and put my thoughts in disarray
But the rain keeps falling
Mother keeps calling
my mind is filled with countless sadness
i answer the phone, and i feel so alone
the sounds i hear are loud and clear
im lost, im lost, im lost
in my own thoughts
the clock keeps ticking i wish it would pause
just sign the clause, sign the clause
sweet mary jane, mixed in the rain
my window pane sounds foreign and strange
your in my range your mine, but its too ealry for a valentine 
i take the ultimate risk, I give her a kiss
who would think i could daydream so twisted like this
I’m lost again in my mind as it spins
I gain focus, class has ended
This is fair better than the life I pretended
Now I can go off and take on the world
I was daydreaming in English of that one special girl

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I leave my window open, I 
stand in the rain... cry.
I wish I could throw a rope outside
so I could go outside and dance in the rain...
cry my tears...
The tears of joy and of sadness, but it won’t matter 
because the they will be washed away anyway.

I will laugh, smile, think of you...
And of you rejection.
But I won’t care...
It’s as if the rain washed all my cares away
like the chalk drawing on the floor, or my tears.

I’ll let you come in again just as the rain falls through 
my window... I will be as content and happy as I am
Dancing, Singing, Crying and Laughing...

Details | Pantoum | |

The Spark

Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I am a poet
An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks

An empty bench in a garden sparks lines for folk poet
A slight flaw in speech as 'Have you two, done et''
In my yard, where birds feed even those noisy Larks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part

A slight flaw in speech as "Have you two, done et''
Dew on the roses or even rain drops those little sparks
Beauty or humor can be turned into a poem part
Seeing beauty in the minute, therefore I.. even I am a poet

(I am passing this on to Doris Culverhouse and doing something different passing to Steven 
Mossburg also.)

Details | I do not know? | |

Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.

Details | I do not know? | |

life is like a rocket

     the hopes and dreams are very shallow
belive in yourself and they just might come 
true life is like a rocket it has its up's and downs 
but in the end you get the life you wanted or 
you don't 
this is stupid this is dum this is what makes my heart
go round and round this is 
what makes me turn around again and again
the life i have is doing all of that and more 
when a rocket goes up it away comes back down 
at some point that is what life is like you go 
up but you end up bouncing right back to the life
you started the pain that you gain you 
waste in sorrow the love that you had is broken into two
you feel like life sucks but really it's 
a gift you stand strong through the good and bad times 
your heart never stops just you 
the bucket filled with water is all the tears
that you have cried throughout the years and 
the tears never stop when life is a pain 
you can gain control of the pain that you need to help gain 
your strength back 
in the rain there grows a pain that life was made 
the water on your face makes the tears that you cry
when you cry it hard to dry the tears away 
when you are standing in the rain 
in the rain there is a drain that can make the pain go away 
all the fears become your tears
you wasted the day by the bay 
you wish a pond a fish
it's dry but you cry 
you take a walk to the park in the dark
you talk as you walk scream in your dreams 
you wink when you think 
you sleep on a sheep
try but you cry the night becomes bight 
the tears that you have cried become dry 
your head begins to ack you are on the bottom of a hole 
can't stand the pain so you stand in the rain 
you talk instead of walking away 
your fears give you the tears that you cry 
theres a dart in your heart 
you can't stand the dart that is hurting your heart
in life there are so many things that seem so unfair that you just want to scream 
some things you just want to curl up in a ball and fall to the floor and never get back up ever 
so many things are cruel that you just want cry or even die
life isn't over till it's over  
god will determine that for you

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Nobody see's tears when you're standing in a storm.
Nobody seen her fear as she screamed at the shapeless form. 
Its bony cold fingers wrapping its fingers around her throat.
Squeezing the air from her lungs hugging her tight like a coat.
Slowly squeezing out every single last breath.
The pain in her body aches so bad she cant help but pray for death.
The storm picks up and the rain pours down in torrents.
Struggling and screaming trapped in her silent torment. 
The fingers loosen their grip and the death coat is no longer tight.
Inhaling giant breaths, savoring the sweet air of the night.
She stops and looks up at the rain pouring down, 
Washing away her tears, Her smile a frown, 
Her assailant is gone, that much is true... 
But she'll be alone for forever, in her silent solitude.

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His tears fall like rain

His tears fall like rain when he sees her for that very first time.  
All he can do is whisper “I Love You.”

With trembling hands he reaches out to touch her face. 
 She is shaking as he lifts her eyes to his.  

He wipes a tear from her cheek as he looks in her eyes so blue,
And he knows without a doubt he has found his lonely heart in her.

He takes her warm body in his arms.  Runs his fingers through her  dark hair as she rests her 
head on his chest.  

The touch of her hand upon his heart feels like a bolt of lightning. 
He knows he has found his angel he has so desperately looked for all his life.

She looks at him in a way he only dreamed of, never believing he would find it. 
He lifts her chin and touches his lips to hers. Fire courses through her body. 

He can feel her lean into him as he kisses her soft lips, tongues probing. 
She can feel his body grow hard against her. 

He slowly and tenderly undresses her, and her him.

His lips find the curve of her neck, and he hears her moan low and deep.

Her hands take his face and kiss it all over, gently, and barely.  The touch of her breath on his 
skin drives him wild.

He runs his fingers over every soft and sensuous curve of her beautiful body.  His lips linger 
here and there to savor every last taste of her, every last drop of her, and every smell that is her. 

He gently lays her down. Her long glorious hair spilling all around him. He sees in her eyes what 
his heart has been blind to.  

He feels in her touch all he needs to know that his heart has found hers. 

He kisses her, passionately, hard, deep as she bites his lip. She feels him plunge deep into her 

With jagged breaths, they become one. 

And her tears flow like rain and all she can whisper is “I Love You.”

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The soul that's still alive in me

My mom is dying
And me in front of her
I sit and cry 
The tears of endless pain..

My mom is dying 
And me fondling her hair
 with love, 
whispering to her ears 
that everything 
is going to be fine,
although I know it’s not..

my mom is dying
and me standing out there 
under the violent rain 
blaming God for 
taking her away from me..

my mom is dying 
and me contemplating
the pain that’s surrounding 
her heart..

my mom is dying 
and me hearing her 
utter to 
god to keep me safe 
and take her away soon..

my mom is dying
and me watching
the tears of sadness 
sinking in her lifeless eyes..

my mom is dying 
and me listening to her 
uttering to me her words:
“ don’t live your life miserable 
When am gone, 
Don’t leave the pain
Kill my heart up there
When I watch you cry, 
Live my life.
Live my life and keep going, 
Erase your past 
And write your future.
I’ll be taken away from this world 
But not from your heart, 
Not from your soul.
I love you my daughter, 
I love you..”

Sitting by the window
Watching the ray of thunder 
Hit the ground..

Sitting by the window
Listening to the drops of rain 

Sitting by the window
Contemplating the darkness
Of the dark..

Sitting by the window

Im lost 
And nobody can hear 
my silent scream..

im lost 
and nobody can see
my painful tears..

im lost 
im lost 
im lost..

I got her the chocolate 
She always loved 
I got her the rose 
She used to be
And put them by her grave..

Sitting by he grave 
Talking to her
 with constant tears..

sitting by her grave
whispering to her
my thoughts..

As a fish needs the sea
To stay alive,
I need her with me to live

As a baby needs his mother’s love
To feel safe,
I need her with me to live

As we all need happiness
To keep walking, 
I need her with me to live,
I need her with me 
To keep my heart going on..

Sitting by the window again
Listening to the silence
 of the dark..

sitting by the window again
 our happy memories..

sitting by the window again 
asking god
to have mercy on her soul
and promising my mom
to make her always proud..

as I fall into my deep sleep
I utter my last words:
“ I love you mom.” 

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Dream of Reality

Dreaming is like traveling to another world
We dont know where we are going
But we can't wait to get there 
It's a place where we can be free 
But we can also be a prisoner. 

It's a place where we have no fear
But where we find new ones 
It's a place where we can slay our dragons
But still come out with burns 
It's a place where we see ourselver as we do and dont want to be. 

It's a place where the good witch helps us home
But the wicked witch will knock us off the yellow brick road
It's a place full of magic 
It's a place where wonders happen 
But also where tragedy strikes. 

It's a place full of love 
But also of hate 
It's a place where the sun always shines 
And where the rain never stops 
Sound familiar? 

Our dreams are like reality 
There is love and hate 
There is good and evil 
There is rain and shine 
But reality is just part of life. 

We can make our reality whatever we want 
We can slay our dragons and we may come out with burns 
But our good witch will always help us home 
Tragedy will happen but wonders will never cease 
And we can be whoever we want. 

We can make our reality a dream 
And we can make our dreams a reality 
So open you eyes and dont be afraid to dream 
Because if you try hard enough 
You can make your life the dream you want it to be.

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Demons Of Life And Death

There are demons in my head
I try to get rid of them, but they claw at me
And as the rain falls, they drag me down
Down into a fog, devouring me
Devouring my soul
I love it and loathe it
Yet I sit idly by, who am I to stop something so sweet
And so devastating?
They just drag me down
Down in to the inky blackness of hell
As I fall to the depths I realise
It's all in my head
This hell is my world, my life
The demons are my thought
The rain is my blood
Falling to the floor and running like little rivers
My demons are quieting
As the fog envelopes me
I fall into it, and out of life

Details | Light Poetry | |


Its pours down heavy rain people run and take shelter they say rain is such a pain yet Ive never felt better strip of my clothing of limitation fear rejection and dejection until theres naked liberation oh such a freeing emancipation!

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No One Heard Him Play The Rain

Living in a box down the alley way 

Apart from the hustle of the work day 

When a rain storm would begin 

His face would light up with a grin 

For only he could hear the beat 

With in the rain fast and neat 

Out in the rain he made his band 

With his drumsticks in weathered hands 

Beating out his own refrain 

He turned his talent loose, unchained 

Upon the trash bins where he stands 

With a collection of metal cans 

He’d fill the cans to change the sound 

and play in the rain as if spellbound 

They watched from windows high right and left 

Sealed in their buildings tight and deaf 

Their sympathy for the “crazy” man they did feign 

No one heard him play the rain 

"Tanding The Sprouts" contest
Placement: 4th place

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The rage builds from within, and the rain follows.

A celebration, for one friend, of a new age, a new day - 
from whence the trouble came, I'm all too afraid I know.
Despite what some of the drunkards and movies say,
ale will not destroy what ails you; only griefs do you sow.

Spirits themselves are not the cause, not the root,
just a fan to stoke the flames.
With whom and how much you consume them will constitute;
know well your true aims.

So too, watch well what you say whilst not sober,
for off-hand words can ruin true friendships.
Words said can linger long after one session is over,
all for a memory of treacherous lips.

A friend shadowed, a friend missing,
a friend in trouble but hating her own.
A friend, herself to madness relinquishing,
a friend, making friends question what was known.

Eventually sacrificing ourselves to sleep,
we feared she'd sacrificed us just the same.
As has been said, griefs do you sow, and so do you reap,
if rotgut is the only recourse which you claim.

Speaking, the day after, was to little avail;
truths too buried, yet somehow too close to the surface
for expecting a calm discussion not to fail,
expecting redemption to be a higher purpose.

The rain found me once more, out in the storm;
found me once more thoughts and emotions tangled.
Sheet after sheet flowed down the street in awesome form -
like scales on a dragon's back, with glistening rain spangled.

Unlike most times when the rain finds me askew,
a celestial outpouring could not assuage this hurt.
When one you trust declares 'tis not the same for you;
it takes more than the tears of heaven to bring any comfort.

Saying you miss someone is not an apology, not amends,
but it does breed a greater willingness to listen -
space for words not born of anger, to which forgiveness tends;
for people to once again as friends rechristen.

The rage recedes from without, and the rain follows.

Saying sorry is never easy, and neither is forgiving -
but not all companionship is as simple as we wish.
Going over and over what went wrong, reliving,
only ends, for both, in anguish.

Two friends promising each other to try, 
two friends promising not to repeat the past.
Two friends, looking each other in the eye,
two friends, knowing this they've surpassed.

Returning, partially, to the way things were before -
not as easy as taking off anger's chains.
Yet amidst that, in the evermore,
mi amiga she remains.

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I hide from the fear
of being alone
I hide from the pain
coming from my home
I hide because I feel as if nobodys there
I hide because I think nobody cares
People say they love me
but I dont think its true
I think they say that 
because they dont know what to do
They dont know how I feel
and they cant tell I hide
I only feel safe
when im outside
As the wind whistles in my ear
I dont have a thought, worry, or care
The rain helps me hide
as it blends with my tears
and washes away all my sorrow and fears
But when the rain stops
I go back inside
I put on my mask
and I start to hide

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A new angel tonight

A new angel tonight 

Alone watching the waves 
 Tears in my eyes
Nothing more to do
As my heart slowly dies

Dark clouds came over
And cover the sun
But I didn’t notice 
Till the rain began

 Nowhere to shelter
 Just sat in the cold
 Missing her so much 
But she’s no longer in this world

Thunder and lighting
Mother Nature’s full might
Crashing down on me
Who is to weaken to fight?

See I give up on life 
A little while ago 
Try to keep it hidden
But still everyone know

She lived her live 
Giving to this world 
Now there are flowers
Covering her in a hole

 Doctors did their best
But it gives up on her today
I held her in my arms 
 And then her life slips away

How does life go on? 
When I can’t hear her voice
Don’t want to live alone
But I got no choice

Love can be so beautiful
And love can be so mean
How you go to sleep knowing
 You already lost your dream

In every one life 
 Little Rain must fall
And its time likes that 
You know who to call

There are   friends 
To bring sunshine instead
 Our invisible umbrella
That’s always over our heads

I lost the only girl I ever love
Darkness has covered my light
But in heaven there is 
A new angel tonight  

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Adverse Camber

It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.

The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.

She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.

I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.

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No Rules

The lights have gone out
Dark make up smeared across my face
Silence except for the voices echoing through my mind
Alone in the loneliest place
There's pieces of me I need to find

Feel the rain in my hair
I'm dead inside
Desiring a one night affair
Want to find someone to make me alive
Run your fingers through my hair
You'll break my heart but I don't have the sense to care

I should shut you out
But I'll let you in
I need to feel someone touch my skin
When you're lonely for so long 
There's no way to really win

No wrong or right
No rules
Not tonight
Just you and me til daylight

Feel the rain in my hair
I'm dead inside
Desiring a one night affair
Want to find someone to make me alive
Run your fingers through my hair
You'll break my heart but I don't have the sense to care

The morning afters my burden to bear
I know it
Like you too much for one night affair
But right now I just don't have the sense to care

No wrong or right
No rules
Not tonight
Just you and me til daylight

There's no rules
No such thing as wrong or right
Anything goes cause I'm lonely tonight

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The Wrath Upon Me

The dark clouds roll in,
the rain falls,
Falls hard...
pertruding in my skin,
Will it ever go away?
Or hang around for awhile?

I turn to run,
running fast....
I turn back and face it.
Fearing the rain and the clouds,
will engulf me.
I stand there,
Will the light ever reappear?
Or will I get wrapped up by the darkness?
Do I beat the wrath that has forsaken me?
Wait and see.....!

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Rain Falls

Rain falls on the darkened shadows. The souls of the night.
Falling hard onto the ground. Pounding with such fright.
Feelings of sadness come over thee. 
As loving as love could ever be.
Hugging its prisoners. Wrapped in its arms.
All things unruly do go unharmed.
Sitting in silence waiting for the storm.
A new life waiting to be born.
Curled up in a ball to protect from the weather.
Trying hard not to get tethered 
Depression can hurt you come up from behind.
Sneak up and kill you. The end so divine.
The rain falling harder as you sit there and cry.
No one to know of the tears you supply.
Creeping into the darkness. Slipping off of earth.
Never to become of any worth.
As the rain falls on the darkened shadows.
Everyone dies as he earth becomes fallow.

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When it Rain's

The rain has been my friend since I can remember.
Each droplet of water causing me to smile and feel loved.
For all my life the only person I had was me, 
A friend was just another word for me to hate.

When I am sad no one is there to cheer me up, 
When I need to be held no one is there to embrace.
I fear to be alone, because I am alone, 
Just a waste of the existence I was gifted.

But when it rains everything washes away.
I can smile, feel numb even if it is just for an hour.
Some may think it's just water, 
But to me it is so much more.

So as I sit, I let the rain consume me whole.
For that hour I will be in peace.
The smile on my face, the sadness in my heart
All means nothing; just a passing of time until I die.

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The rain keeps falling

Rain falls down puts out the fire in my heart. 
The cold wind blows ripping the rest apart.
Scattered are the pieces all across the ground.
The rain keeps falling, everywhere around.

The skies are gray and I cannot see the sun.
I remember sunny days when I come undone.
The rain keeps falling, washing all away.
I try to see the future, rain gets in my way.

A fog starts to rise as the snow does melt.
My mind goes numb, I know not what I felt.
I try to drop some cards I hold within my hand.
The rain clouds my thoughts I can’t understand.

I have to go inside seek shelter from the storm.
My body’s soaking wet I need to get it warm.
I wonder if the rain is ever going to stop.
Angels keep on crying, thousands of teardrops.

I rekindle the fire it never went completely out.
I slip within the shadows surrounded by my doubt.
As the fire starts to build I feel some warmth inside
I try to understand all those tears that are cried.

I just close my eyes envisioning the sun
I hope tomorrow shall deliver me some.
The rain keeps falling easing me to sleep
I think of the angels and for whom they weep.

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What Color Is Your Rain?

What color is your rain precipitating from the sky? Is it the color ,that when you 
see it ,you run for shelter and wait until the rain passes by? What color is your 
rain? Is it white as the wintery snow? Or, is it clear as fresh spring waters wating 
to fill your thirsty soul? What color is your rain? Is it the color you desire to pour on 
you until it stops? Is it the rain that you're willing to be saturated in with every 
drop? What color is your rain? Is it the color of sickness or of health? Is it the 
color of poverty or of wealth? What color is your rain?

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Flooding My Backyard

Daily I check out the backyard
To see if there is a lake there
After a good hard rain, natures card
Shows critically that it does not care
I often find about three inches
Of rain water gathered about
I wish the rain would finally pinch
And keep the rain from flooding out
It does not really reach the house
Nor does it ruin anything out there
The only thing that likes this, a mouse
Knowing that it is safe from fear
I hate it when it floods like this
The yard is in such a huge mess
It warrants a special solution, a kiss
To put a drain in the middle to rest
The ground from all the water
Now it flows right through the drain
And out into a field less wetter
And it will toss away previous pain

1st attempt at "Flowing water" contest...

Russell Sivey

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In Loving Memory

She’s looking out the window,
watching the rain fall down,
while all her hopes,
are being drowned,
while her heart,
is being broken.

She takes a deep breath,
and climbs out her window.
She wanders for a little while,
wondering what she’ll find.
Then, she sits,
in the middle of the road,
and gazed into the sky,
and watches the rain fall down on her.

She’s so amazed,
she didn’t see it coming,
a unknown bullet,
went right through her head.
I guess you could say,
it was a last request.

The next day,
three more suicides,
were committed.
But all of them,
left notes drenched in blood,
clutched in their hand,
they read:
“In Loving Memory Of All Those Kids Who Had To Go Through High school With No Friends.”

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Want Of A New Life

Like a junkie waiting for a fix
it's finger licking
put your ear to the fresh dug ground and feel him kicking
the bucket
forget what I said if you cant it's your problem
at least you don't look like a ghoul or a goblin
or a god
as the rain pitter patters
it is true all that matters
is me living free in seclusion
all this a delusion
the world I inhabit an illusion
let it be and leave me be
can't you see i need this to keep me sane
the rain pours down on all that dwell below
say it aint so
but what the hell would I know
today's the day and this is my year
no more to fear
can you not hear me
or am I dreaming as once before

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A cyber lament

Ah Microsoft Word you tempt me
As I lay across my keyboard wrapped
In a red wine haze
My fingers lingering over the letters
Caressing the ‘L’ for ‘Love’
You speak to me silently
Tantalise me
Trip me up why don’t you? 
Trick me into spelling out a line
Which will come back in later times
To haunt me
Red wine words bleeding soft across your page
Dripping slowly down the screen
Your ever seeing eye
Seeing me
Seeing me
Like nobody else
Hearing my thoughts 
Like nobody else
Bringing me the world
Here, in my fashionable room
Here, in this cold grey city
The rain drips down my window pane
Like the blood red wine 
Relentlessly scalding me
Scolding me
Hold me
Hold me
Holding me in your unblinking gaze
The rabbit caught in the headlights
Standing, bedazzled
Not knowing which way to run
So just standing, standing, standing.

There are warm memories melting through my
Red wine haze
Lucky days
Indian days and lazy days
And loves won and lost
And life goes on running in rivers
Of Red wine.
Ah Microsoft Word you tempt me…………………….

As I lay across my keyboard wrapped
In a red wine haze
My fingers lingering over the letters
Caressing the ‘L’ for ‘Love’
You speak to me silently
Tantalise me
Trip me up why don’t you? 
Trick me into spelling out a line
Which will come back in later times
To haunt me
Red wine words bleeding soft across your page
Dripping slowly down the screen
Your ever seeing eye
Seeing me
Seeing me
Like nobody else
Hearing my thoughts 
Like nobody else
Bringing me the world
Here, in my fashionable room
Here, in this cold grey city
The rain drips down my window pane
Like the blood red wine 
Relentlessly scalding me
Scolding me
Hold me
Hold me
Holding me in your unblinking gaze
The rabbit caught in the headlights
Standing, bedazzled
Not knowing which way to run
So just standing, standing, standing.

There are warm memories melting through my
Red wine haze
Lucky days
Indian days and lazy days
And loves won and lost
And life goes on running in rivers
Of Red wine

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A Moment's Friend

I can hear the rain falling
Though the rain cannot be seen
Simply for the skies am I responding
Yet a world I’m to witness a dream

With the evening drawing to a close
I’m to witness a night to be awoken
Letting be to see what the night might unfold
I shall decide later if my soul is broken

If it isn’t the darken clouds
It shall be the redden skies
An affinity I can share as proud
Unbroken to simply watch my soul dies

And duly responded perhaps I am
For the rain is no longer to grace me
Simply gifted was I a moment’s friend
If not alone, how much more might there be?

And no longer is the rain falling
And of rain as well to never be seen
Witnessing a self to be responding
I am to this world... a dream

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Beat`en moans. ( from Tigers in my eyes.)

I watched as the great white tiger called Life looked down on those who feared 
him on the ground,
from the cradle to the grave he hunts you, you live in his world in his jungle you 
play his game,
you never know he`s coming , the great one never makes a sound,
you will fill his wrath, you will fill the pain,
Distant the orange tiger that has raced to Life for revenge licks his wounds from 
the last time the two battled,
you see Life took it`s toll on Distant`s family he took them to the darkest of places 
never killing them but leaving them wishing he did, 
they didn`t fight back they accepted all Life gave which  wasn`t much, a troubled 
past, scares that branded them like cattle,
he watched as Life destroyed them one by one and when he did it to Distant, Life 
never seen the fire in his eyes the fire Distant  hid,
" To you and to you only I look to for revenge for purpose for meaning and a way 
to get back all that you `ve taken," Distant roared,
as the rain fell Distant could smell Life he ran to the top of the hill thinking of the 
tears his mother cried,
faster and fast, higher and higher he raced to the smell of the great one when he 
reached the top the rain stopped and Distant roared,
Distant roamed in circles striking near by trees and stones,
not a sound from Life, just beat`en moans. 

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The Rain

The rain was my friend
I loved it
The way it streamed down my face, tracing my smile
As it drips completely to the earth
I loved the feel of it falling on my head
The sound when I was drifting to dreamland in my bed
But now, I don't love it anymore
You loved it
You still do
But then you told me, "I don't love you anymore"
I can't love the rain anymore.
My tears are now the rain streaming down my face.

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A Storm Called Life

As the sun rises,
And rain falls to the earth,
We reminice on the past times,
Good and bad.
The cloud is childhood, no shape, form,
Or restriction of any kind.
Just pureness and happiness.
Once the drop falls, it turns into life.
But just as the wind comes to the rain,
We have trials and tribulations,
In the end some switch paths,
And end up Laying in a heap of garbage,
Others maintain their original route unmaimed,
Some rain hits the ground,
Some rain hits Building tops,
Just like in Life, we never know when the ride will stop,
so we take it in stride,
and hope our lives are eventful..

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Love is Deceit

The imprudent wind has ceased his movement,
The unsympathetic rain has dried the thriving soil,
The moon, so bright, increased it’s earthbound light,
The world has been covered in the remaining shadows.

Call upon the angels, you believed in as a child,
You’You will feel nothing but a cruel emptiness,
A malicious joke the religious has forced upon you,
Nobody can help the world of today.

Love was once the tribute to a life lived,
Now it’s a headstone, a grave, an end.
Love is now heartless to the needs of you,
In your future, lay vacant lands and broken dreams.

You can lust for me, but I won’t lust for you,
Love has taken most of us prisoners, 
Confined to that one whose memories are inescapable,
You’re lost, lonely, forgotten ambitions are shattered.

Climb to the top, where you might find refuge,
Peer over the edge to see how extreme your fall will be,
You feel the wind start up, the rain starts to descend,
The moon disappears and you are left in the darkness.

Try to find your feet in this mess of a place,
So close to the edge, you can feel the drop that awaits you,
Leering in the background is a shadow as you fall,
That shadow has a name, you just haven’t been introduced.

Love is a simple form of suicide, disguised as a pretty package,
Laying underneath the ribbons and bows is an unbound treachery,
You cannot be taught this, you unwillingly learn of it’s unkindness,
After it pushes you to your end … 

Then you realize you’You have always been forlorn,
Walking in a world of blind fools who continue to believe,
That love is a gift, love is a remuneration of dedication,
Love is nothing. Love is an evil progeny. Love is torture.

Love is a disillusioning lie.

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Canopy Sky Walk

The rain forest mists
Drift in their time
Leaving moisture so pure
On nature sublime

In collective gather
On the canopies of green
As i walk through these mists
All around me scene

I stand there and listen
To natures sounds
Howlers and Toucans
In communication abound

My hands brush a leaf
And there's a scurry of legs
Like neighbourhood chaos
In books i have read

I close my eyes for a moment
A brief in my time
But when nightfall beckons
This is their prime

Through the rain forest mists
I am privileged to see
These wondrous creatures
No pressure, so free

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Dear rose,

A soft yet delicate rose I do see before me, I can still see a hint of pain from years 
gone by, yet the rose pedals still remain firm and unchanged, just a slight miss 
trust of the men that caused that rose so much pain...yet the rose remains 
closed before the rain falls that could make it blossom once again. Dear rose 
open up for me and let me water your dried stem and nourish you back too full 
health once again, so you can blossom into a full bloom in the morning sun? 
Once again the most beautiful rose in the garden again, open up and let the rain 
come longer just a rose that stands alone I do share your pain. Now bask 
in the morning sun and quench your thirst from my rain.

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Drowned (Relasp)

Inside I'm slowly dieing 
i cant breath 
im not lying 
i sit curled into my small ball 
i hug myself and try not to hurl 
it sickens me 
the aspects of life 
that which i dont  want 
inside my mind i hide 
i rock to the beat of my quickly accelerating feet 
which tap in nervous patter 
to my heart which splatters 
blood upon the wall 
words in it i scrawl 
my little gray room 
dark in the gloom 
one little light 
a window cracked in the fight 
smeared and covered in grime 
from the pain building over time 
i refuse to cry for them 
inside it's in my head 
the overwhelming pressure
it's so hot 
why make me suffer 
its so cold
with just one blanket 
i rock and clutch to it 
rocking with the waves 
the pounding head ach wont cease
the rain that's pouring down 
wont clean the smudgy grout 
the grounds a concrete floor 
i drop the lighter more 
i want to burn it down 
burn myself to the ground 
i want to use the bed 
create a metal weapon 
i need to feel the pain 
its stops me in vain 
i look out alone 
scared to the bone
i dont deserve this peace 
this hell 
i dont want life any more 
i dont want to be called satan's spawn
Evil which caught my childish mind
he showed me special tricks
he left me so demented 
i have the hunger too 
blood helps me calm down i swear its true
inside i let it out 
i cry so hard
the rain lets down 
because they cant see
where i drowned

Written In Block Two Math. Several months ago.

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I'll Be On Time

My world is crumbling from the outside in.
My heart's failing I hope it'll soon end.
I look all around and still don't know which
way to go. Somedays I want to just give up 
and throw in the towel.I do everything to 
try to do things right, but some how I'm 
still losing the fight.Bless me Lord for I 
need you now more than ever.Let your love 
rain down and sheild me from the storm.Oh my 
gosh the water's rising past my ears and up 
over my nose.I'll hold my breath for as long 
as I can.I can't give up,I'll do the best 
that I can.I won't lose faith, or let doubt 
set in.The lord will save me,he'll insure 
that I'll win.The Lord will ensure that I 
don't drown in the rain or let my faith go 
in vain.I look to the sky as the clouds 
began to fade,suddenly the rain stopped,and 
the sun began to shine.Suddenly I heard a 
voice say "I told you I'd be on time."

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Song for a Goddess Child

Embrace yourself in the silence of the earth, 
Radiate the wonder of your beauty and worth.. 
Stretch your soul and sing aloud, 
Dance with the rain and kiss the clouds.. 
Breathe with the sun, glide with the moon, 
Your magic star carpet will be here soon.. 
Stretch your soul and sing aloud, 
Dance with the rain and kiss the clouds. 
The darkness is lifted, the pain is gone, 
Just drift into serenity and be that song. 
Let your soul heal let your heart be alive, 
You are bliss flowering gorgeous in the wild. 

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Rain is falling

The rain is falling,oh yes it is.
The rain is falling and it is not a light mist.
The rain is falling, its pounding real hard.
The rain is falling in my front and back yard.
it is flooding, Flooding,  FLOODING
up real high.
the rain is FALLING,
down from the sky.

p.s if any one knows can you help me figure out what type of poem that i have...if 
it even has a style lol. please

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Light of Rain

Mystical showers prepare your heart

As drops of dew from clouds they do part

The being who created all from him

Can no longer suffer from your crying sin

As rain from his eyes cover all to begin

It cleanses your heart as life starts to win

Now is the day for the light to shine through

As the darkness is dead and the good has won you

The deafening tones of hells remorse

Cant over power the saints endless voice

As tears from below turn into steaming bliss

The tears from your soul are ending your abyss

For all to bear arms is the call of the dark

As the end is soon to show her face and embark

Time will stand still when the tears are in form

As the water on your cheek is the end of your scorn

Refreshing your mind as the water runs low

Replenish your heart while its white with its glow

For not too long will turn itself black

As the light from the rain with heed your luck back

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Darjeeling Tea

Storm is brewing outside,
lightening striking the ground
with burning white fingers.
Demanding attention with crackling
thunder sound.

While inside past the rain stained
window panes is brewing a
pot of Darjeeling tea.
Soothing is the golden liquid
as it warms me from this
dreary lonesome storm day.

Clouds empting their tears in
the streams of rain droplets.
Reminds me of the snippets
of memories of you.
Sipping alone this cup of
Darjeeling tea missing the one
I call darling and a single tear
splashes into the liquid brew.

Echoes a silent thunder within
my soul.

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Rain of Fire

Volcanoes erupt as the earth stood still

As shadows cast objects of relentless kill

The rocks ignite from the blows beyond hell

As the angels view life as the rocks excel

They flew to the rocks with mighty wings

The rocks from Satans hand casting spells of rings

As the mighty birds of light cast the spell

The toneless tones emit from his bell

The birds hear the call of the mighty king

The birds fall to hell with a vicious ring

Banshees await with the power of sting

As scorpions propel from the lifeless fling

The birds of light propel deeper in hell

The birds of might finally cast that spell

The volcanoes now emit its own light

As the rain of fire is now in its might

Ghosts rebel as the bells ring is slow

The mighty birds have carried them low

The dragons of death deliver their blow

As the rain of fire is now beyond glow

The birds of right form a circle of life

The power from God emits a striking of light

As the sun of Jeremiah now stands in the fight

The rain of fire is put out of its life

The birds of might now cherish the world

As darkness no longer in the everness of lore

Satans fire put out by the good of the blow

Satans fire put out by the halos of glow

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Left In The Rain

I've been left in the rain
Suffering in the world's pain
All I see is people walking past
How long will this loneliness last?
As I am sitting in the rain I pray
And ask the Lord if there is another way
Will anyone see me sitting here?
Trying to dry each and every tear
Will I be sitting here anymore?
Lord, help me find an open door
Has anyone seen me sitting here yet?
Shedding tears making my face all wet
Being lonely in the rain is not fun
When you can't spend time with that special one
As I've been left in the rain
Suffering in the world's pain
In my head I've been going insane
Lord, please unlock this chain 

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I Can't Stop The Rain But I Can Weather It Out

Everyday I always plea for God's grace He helps me thru problems of any kind Because I only rely in His mighty power God helps me through sunshine and rain He helps me thru problems of any kind With him there no really high walls He helps me through sunshine and rain And He brings in my life just fresh air With Him there not really high walls He steps in and stops the ocean's swell And He brings in my life just fresh air And with Him my soul can't turn yellow He steps in and stops the ocean's swell Because I only rely in His Mighty power And with Him my soul can't turn yellow Everyday I always plea for God's grace.

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a gift , a curse

the sun beams its beautiful warm rays down onto us . ask nearly
anyone, what their favorite weather is , sunny would be the answer.
every plant , animal and human needs the sun ... and enjoys it so.
strange how something so crucial , can also cause cancer .

the wind feels fantastic , on a sunny day . nothing feels better
than a much needed breeze , while catching rays , lying on a beach towel .
cruising the boulevard , hair blowing in the wind . buildings crumbling
over into the streets , homes losing their structure ...a terrifying howl .

enjoying a brisk drive through the countryside . gorgeous , natural
landscaping , outlining the rural roads . rain falling , rainbows, stunning hues,
a soft wind . water feeds the plant life , drenching the soil . the blacktop
becomes slick , tires slide .... horrible crunching , screams ... death ensues .

drink in hand , walking after a quiet rain , taking advantage of the fresh air.
darkness begins to fall over the sky . feelings of being watched , haunt her
imagination . a short cut , through an alley , proves fatal . two men
approach ...demanding money . the brutal attack ... she could not deter.

the most natural thing in the world , some would say . two warm bodies
entwined , kissing , caressing , expressing deep desires , anything to please.
seamingly melting in each others arms , leaves them wanting more . at 
the time , never considering , death from a venereal disease .

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the letter i cannot write

In your arms you held me
With comfort and love to spare
Yet you left me early
To leave me in a heap and die

You are the rain I suffer with
Yet you make my harvest bloom

You are the volcano that tears through the mountains
Yet gives hope to a new start in life
My heart pours open for you 
Like a 9000 foot dam
Crashing to the floor
Yet you cannot hear my silent echoes of pain
When you escape from my hold

You flood my world like the devils tsunami
Yet you make my river, valleys and sea

You are my poison leaking into my veins
To kill my heart, spirit and my soul
Yet you are the one who gives me drains, to escape the flood

You’re the letter I cannot write
And the heart I must keep well locked up

I hate the feeling of love and pain
Like the dagger you placed in my heart

You’re in my mind, wherever you are
I can love and hate the same
Because I hate you for making me in love
It would not be so bad if you were a distant
Yet somehow you are always here

You held me in your arms
And clasped me by the throat
I was in pain, yet could not seem to leave
You are the one who I love most
And could not leave until I must give in

I thought it was for the best
Yet I suffered yet more pain
Now I think back
I would do anything
For one last clasp again

I cling to you and you to me
Like at that party in his chair
I hugged you and you hugged me
And I long for that moment ever spare

I told you stuff, I never could tell
Only you would understand
Then you left me and I knew
I would never have that hug again

You leave me lonely, cold and shivering
In the rain and in the snow
I will never forgive you, for leaving me like that
Yet, I cannot say goodbye
As you have a clutch onto my heart
And you leave lonely in that chair
I miss you and write a letter of falsehood
I mean what I say but it’s not the truth
You are the letter I cannot write

I wish I could, but if you knew
The feelings, how I felt
That you are the one I love
Then you would never understand me ever again the same

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The wind blows through the curtains 
Whiter lace embracing the shape of the wind. 
The last snowflake melts. 
The flame burns on. 
Butterfly wings behind the glass 
Something left behind at the jewelery store 
forgotten, but taken by another. 

The clouds, the fog, 
The thunder, the rain, 
The lightning.  The door left open 

Two flashes in a row 
yes i know you want to speak with me 
and i listen to the rain 
Are you trying to tell me something? 
the thunder claps 
rolling away and back 
giving me a sign 
the thunder returns 
the lightning strikes 

The wind blows through the rain 
Unlike the beauty of the curtain 
The last raindrop dries 
The flame burns on. 
The wise man, the wizard 
the army, the fire 
something taken from the art store, 
remembered and taken by another 
the elder, the soldier 
The bride and the storm 
The window shuts 
The curtain floats 
rises and falls 
the lightning no thunder 
once and for all 

The curtain falls 
elegantly dancing down 
The music at the flower shop 
The diamonds at the catering service 
the instruments at the bridal shop 
the man we dreampt about 

The rain stops 
Are you talking to me? 
Give me a sign 
The curtain settles 
the light outside 
the birds chirp 
The flame burns on 
The bat hears the cricket 
The moth rises from heat 
The chandelier behind the weatherman 
the twelve clocks at the butcher shop 
and the candles 
in the one place they don't belong.

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The Taunt and Mockery of Water

The Taunt and Mockery of Water

This desert has no other relationship to offer
Nothing but the dry ache of its thirst
And though its heat is enough to warm cold bones
Still the chill of its relentless dunes
Leaves the parched winds grip in the empty

Footprints before footsteps
In their circles wander
And return at sunrise to begin again
The walk of waterless sand

And in the stories of deserted sea
Three drops of rain could not set them free
A costume of sand is all there will ever be

Life does not look into the mirage so readily 
To forget and think on lush and luxurious green
And loneliness is consigned with sunset savagery
To the arid tract
Where no one can hear its plea
For water

The same rocks tripped upon
The same empty cup fallen
The wavering heat a taunt and mockery
To an ocean

Should those footprints beckon you
To where bright days
Are no more than hollow and sunless memory
Beware such captured hope
It takes from you all that it could have been

Brittle and unforgiving the sky of dry and windswept leaves
Each one a reminder of your dreams
Dreams for a little rain to come and caress your soul
Before you became lost
In this no place to go

A little rain is your only plea
Water on which your blood will feed
Three little drops to set you free
To flood your being
And bring you finally
To the sea

Hard done by and done so unfairly
Any soul who has not been touched
By Love

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The Rain

I awoke one morning 
To the sound of the rain pouring 
I get out of bed 
And walk over to the window 

I take a seat 
Right in front 

The rain is really coming down 
As i sit here with a frown 

I stare out at the night 
As the sky flashes with light 

I think about my life 
All the good and the bad 
And all the memories i had 

Every drop of rain that falls 
Is a memory of my past 

Sometimes i wish i could go back in time 
To erase everything that i regret 
But, than i realzie my life wouldnt be the smae 

Without the bad times i had 
Because good comes out of the bad 

The rain starts to lighten 
And the sky starts to brighten 

My eyes start to feel heavy 
As i feel the tiredness start to rise 

I get up from my seat 
And walk over to my bed 

I climb under the covers 
And lay my head against the pillow 
And finally let sleep over come me

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The Chubby Banana

The world was yellow. When I stepped off the plane –
The bright blazing sun beamed the tarmac and I was for some moments blinded.

A native child welcomed me.
She handed me a leaf’d crown, a banana and leant up to kiss my cheek.

That evening I slept.
In the morning I woke to a dazzling array of tropical bird song and aromas of 
Nicaraguan coffee, melons and mango, fried yummy banana . . . . and the warm 
sea –

I took a dip. Naked.
Something swam with me. Below me. Near me. Even, I think, right above me.

It began to rain bananas –
Astounding yes, indeed, but it hurt. One hit me on the back as I tried to swim 
away and one hit me on the head.
They fell into the turquoise sea like rain drops .  .  .
I ducked under and dove beneath the yellow hail –
Swimming beneath a sea of yellow bananas that pelted my waves.
I thought that I would never eat another banana again if I could only stay alive.
Then I thought that perhaps it was good to rain bananas.
If that was so, sharks might wish to feast on the plethora of floating raining 
bananas and not on a chubby limb that I use to swim –

I swam naked toward a dock, whilst being pelted still on my back and legs.
I finally reached the dock. 
The native child was there.

Where is your crown, she asked.
I threw it away.
I don’t wear crowns, I told her. And I don’t eat bananas –

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In the Way of the Storm

As the rain descended,
            the floods came, the
Winds blew, and the stream beat vehemently upon a house; but
It fell not.  It could not even be
Shaken because it was not founded upon the
Earth, but upon a Rock.
           The foundation was laid deep, and the 
Man who built the house dwelt safely for considering that the
Assaying would come, he heard and took precaution, and
Nothing of his household was lost.
           But there was another man who seemed right in his way,
And the rain descended,
           the wind blew, the 
Floods came, and the stream beat vehemently upon his house, and at
Once, it fell:  and great was the fall
Of it.  It was laid upon the earth, and the 
Labor that was labored in it was in vain.
It was built with no foundation ans was easily
Shaken by the violent winds and waters, so the
House, moved by the torrents, collapsed,
           and destruction was the end of the 
Man who built the house for considering not that the 
Assaying would come; he heard and took not precautionm, and 
Nothing was left of his household but ruin.

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Hiding Away

As the wind blows, my sorrow it takes 
As the tree grows, my wishes it 
As the rain falls, my tears the sky drains
	Them all….
As the clouds part, my problems they
	Fade away….
As the flowers bloom, prosperity and 
	Contentment always comes to
As the leaves, settle upon our dirt,
	My thoughts gradually begin to 
As the rain transforms itself into a storm, 
	My feelings inside begin 
		To roar.
And as lightening slays the sky with it’s Bony fingers, 
      To free itself, so does my inner unspoken 
	Words That out of my mouth begin 
		To soar.


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Beautiful Rain

Finally, the rain is here,
but too late for the grass, I fear.

That is fine, I will plant some more,
all brown, and dead, yes, that is for sure.

Rain, rain, what a beautiful sight,
maybe, if it keeps up, I can sleep good tonight.

That old metal roof, will put me right out,
as the rain drenches everything, all about.

Two weeks, and counting of 102%, and more,
this is a beauty, as I look out the door.

Thank you Jesus, my prayer you heard,

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I Wish It Would Rain

I wish it would rain on me,
that way I could hide all of the tears rolling down my cheek
I hate that I am forced to cry,
but I cant help but let my eyes leak
Happiness is all that I seek,
so I force my self to wipe these tears away
and hope for now,
that my eyes will stay that way
but that will only happen when I dream of better days

Now here comes the clouds,
and drop after drop it drops down on me
here comes the storm,
and it's only tears I see
I'm trying my hardest to fight it,
but this is the way it was destined to be
so as long as there's struggles,
I'll be on my knees...
praying to the lord,
because it is he who I believe
but for now I ask for him to let it rain on me
to hide my tears, it's a storm I need... 

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At Ur Door

And the rain will pour
And I’ll sit at your door
Because the rain will pour
Haven’t talked about much
No worries, there’s no such rush
It’s only paperwork
As long as you provide for your loved ones
Then it matters not if the labor hurts
I married tragedy
A lovely wrath to be
Smile for these troubled times chase after me
No point ignoring laughter
Dimples from cheek to cheek
I’m finally twenty
I’m telling you, 
I’m growing to be an antique
Coming of age
Yet more than ever 
I script my life on a page
I wish you more than life
I wish you truth
Through the wounds of right
Your kiss my silent night
And the rain will pour
And I’ll sit at your door
And the rain will pour

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A child of God

A young boy lived in an old orphanage in North Carolina.
He ran away to find something better than a lonely building.
From the tallest hill to the lowest grounds he search and search.
Wondering from place to place he could not find where he belonged.
He tried selling newspaper on the street, shined shoes for a dime.
Preformed country music with he’s old guitar and even joined a circus in town.
Many months have past and still nothing could fill in what was missing.
The young boy was too stubborn to give up; he tried once more at this factory.
After along day of hard work he knew this wasn’t it.
He felt hopeless and defeated by the world.
If only he find something that could make his spirit be full.
Deep down inside his heart cried out to the dark blue sky.
He hands fell to the cold ground and hot tears ran down on his face.
The winds started to grow heavy with rain coming down.
Darkness covered the whole sky like a black sheet.
He struggled to walk through the winding trees.
Everything that had owned was blown away by the firing wind.
Stumbling at every move did not make him stop going.
His legs became bruised by the rigid rocks.
Roaring winds blew at him like giant waves.
A small light from afar was glowing on a hill.
He pushed the thorn branches to make his way through.
Moving closer to the light he fall to the ground and began crawl.
Slowly he got up and was looking at wooden building with painted windows.
He opened the doors and found a burning candle sitting on a table.
Above the table was a cross held up high on the wall.
Walking up with amazement because everything had became quite inside.
Everything had become still and all the rain had stopped.
A loud voice called on him and told him not to be afraid.
The young boy fell to his busied knees with his cut hands on the floor.
He began to cry in pain of his throbbing body.
The voice called on him again and healed the young boy.
In astonishment the young boy looked up at the cross.
He asked the voice who he was, then a bright light came over.
I am God the creator of all things and you are my child.
The young boy smiled with tears in his eyes.
Love filled his heart with joy for this is where he belonged.
A child of God is how he lived for the rest of his life.

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Don't you ever think 
Why God made nature?
To remind us of Him
So we don't forget Him.

He made the sunset
To make sure it relaxes you
It reminds us that even when the sun goes down
It always comes back.

It also shows you that
Even though you sin
God will always try to get you back
He'll wait for us no matter what.

He tries to make you remember Him
How do you think rain came about
The rain was His tears
Because you're always too busy for Him.

When we have had a very rough day
He knows how that feels
He goes through it every day
For this reason He gave us a breeze.

It was His heavy breathing and sigh
For He wants you to know that---
He's there for you,
And we still don't pay attention to Him .

Sometimes we leave Him
And sometimes we come back
But He's always waiting for you
With His arms open wide.

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I'm a poet

I'm a poet, but I just can't write today 
please dear God can you give me the words to say 
Could you help me Lord, 
and bring joy my way 

A touch from You is all that I need 
To be a blessing is my one and only dream 
rain Your love on me today 
and make these feelings go away 

I'm the poet, but you've been my words all along 
you've been the one to plant all these songs 
you are the words that I speak 
Could you help me Lord, it's joy that I seek 

A touch from You is all that I need 
So would You  help me, and set me free 
And rain Your love on me, so I can finally be made clean 

So without you I am just a useless vessel for you 
But with your help I can do anything that you have me to do 

A touch from You is all that I need 
To be a blessing is my one and only plea 

With a touch from You, I know that I can be made clean 
So rain Your love down now, and cleanse this dying soul free 

Jesus you are the seed that I need 
you are the blessing for me 
So would You help this feeble,and weary soul 
And rain Your love on me so I can finally be made whole 

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You Can't Get

That is only rain running down my cheeks,
although my heart is breaking, my spirit you
can't defeat.

Love is only a feeling, and in time it will heal,
but a broken spirit is deadly, and who you are,
it will steal.

Self worth can't be bought, it can only be 
instilled, by people that will praise you,
and respect from others, you always feel.

A beaten down flower has very little chance
to ever grow or bloom, and only if someone saves it,
can it be free of a certainty of doom.

So I'm standing in the rain today, my cheeks
are  soaking wet, but there is one thing
I know for sure, my spirit  you can't get.

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The Rose

A seed fell out from the tomb
The flowers died, the seed should die too
But rising sun outlasts the night
As raindrops spill, as the seed learns to fight

A playful leaf, silhouette in the sky
The rose now born decides that it likes
But how to reach when trapped in this form?
And now the rose is lost in a storm

The sunlight draws the rose from its bed
The rose just stares, too lost in what’s said
More rain will come, more dark will rise
More light will come, then more rain to despise

Nothing now but whispers and time
The gentle wind, the lonely inside
The rose just waits to feel it belongs
As gentle winds begin with their songs

Complacent air, atonement for us
The rose has grown, the leaves it can touch
Now patient hope has finally come
And past the dead the rose feels the sun

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a different kind of beautiful

There's a ruined place that I call home. 
Unbalanced colors of depressed portraits hang uneven. Is this where I 
belong?......and now, I have wings in this oh so desolate sky with no escape. I 
bare my heart for the world to see for I am not ashamed to be myself, even in this 
ruined place that I call home. I welcome you with open arms. My mirrors speak to 
me in does it feel to be a different kind of beautiful? I see paradise 
within these walls that you find disaster......and I cry. You don't see what this does 
to me, it becomes harder to break these words away from my emotions. For an 
empty verse defeats the purpose of being me. You read this chapter not knowing 
that with each word, you take a step higher upon my tree of velvet leaves. Can you 
feel it? Its a different kind of beautiful. The kind that takes you miles away from 
unhappiness. For me, this is the way its suppose to be. Where I belong, 
somewhere on a black and white street walking in the rain with my head 
down.....I'm ok but u don't know that. You think I'm sad not seeing that these black 
and white streets put me at ease, like closing my eyes and hearing music in the 
sunrise and that the rain brings me a sense of comfort. If only everything were 
that simple. For you, a vision put before you is all you see, I like the way the water 
looks when the sky swims through it, can u see it? Its a different kind of...........

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Keep Me Safe

Finding my space in my lonely world
Secretly depressed as an emotional girl
So here I am under the dead tree
With fog drifting about and my mind wandering free
It's too cold for me to move, so I stay
I wait and freeze until my life has gone away
But nothing around me seems to change
It's just so awkward and very strange
I can't feel any pain or the suffering I endured
I my secret world, every thing's secured
Death lurks below me like a river of blood
Stalking my life
I sink in my problems like sinking in endless mud
I have to put up a fight
Tears roll down my miserable face
Nothing is right
I just need someone to keep me safe
And holding me tight
Finding my space in my lonely world
Secretly depressed as an emotional girl
So here I am in the wild woods
With cold rain pouring and darkness floods
I am too wet to move, so i stay
I wait until I'm drenched and the rain has passed away
But the rain never stops and sunlight never shines
And all I hear are the wolves' and ghosts' whines
Still I can't find any pain or suffering I endured
In my secret world, everything's secured
So here I am 
Lying in my bed
With the light shining brilliantly 
And I wiped the sweat I shed
I'm back in the real world 
Full and animated
Back to the lonely girl
And my life which I hated
I got down on my knees
And put my palms together and
I gone into a weep 
Praying to the heaven
For me to be stronger
And living my life better
I wiped the tears off my face
And He answered by saying
"I will keep you safe."

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The Pain and the Rain

Under the rain I stand,
Crying and holding my own hand,

My voice desperately calling,
My body feebly falling,

Drops of rain mixing with my tears,
Creating an angel that looks at me and disappears,

 I close my crying eyes,
Trying to imagine paradise,

In vain, for my heart continues on bleeding,
I wonder where this pain is leading...

I tenderly open my eyes, spotting a light,
Drenching me, bright,

Making the angel appear again,
Taking my soul and flying to heaven...

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two of a kind, in another time.

Earth beaten as the rain poured down on the forgotten warrior stoned by the battle-
   A troubled man falls to his knees as troubled times catch him,
draped in despair the warrior ponders giving in for his faith has been rattled-
   life's less fortunates eyes start to fade as his hopes grow dim, 
from his face filled with rage "was this Gods will that paved my path?"-
   in a cry wondering why he's paid his dews yet still no silver lining,
crackling thunder screams out as he raises his head ready for life's wrath-
   "Will it ever get any better or are my stars just aligning,
"I am what this injustices had made I am your forgotten son can't you see"-
   "show me a sing are some thing so I don't give up,"
"I refuse to lye in wait for my death, I will never surrender to this path you've given me-
   closing his eyes the man sees before him and sees this is not his grace cup,
onto his feet the warrior stands readying himself for the next battle to come his way-
   the man looks to the skis " thank you I see now this isn't so tough"
beaten and unbound I shall never give up this to you I say-
   and to you I will not say this is enough,
for when rain falls and loneliness and hard ships shows me nothing-
   for I will know your up to some thing. 

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Sleeping in rain

Sleeping in the rain 
as tear drop hitting my window pane
the flashback of you saying my 
name. "still bang in my brain"
"got make this change"
Breathe your breath was everlasting"
as tear drop hitting my window pane
the flashback of you saying my 
name. "still bang in my brain"
"got make this change"

"missing u loving u holding u"
as I walk all see u
what  iam gona  do

 Numbing the feeling in brain, going insane
It’s running through my veins
Can’t maintain. Name because there
all the same
blood drop on my window pane
GOD please ease the pain

Sleeping in the rain 
as tear drop hit my window pane
the flashback of you saying my 
name. "still bang in my brain"
"got make this change"

as tear drop hit my window pane
the flashback of you saying my 
name. "still bang in my brain"
"got make this change"

"missing u loving u holding u"
as I walk all see u
what  iam gona  do

falling in the rain
flooding and there no drain
my vein are empty and there no flame
day the you left was the day felt-death 
there nothing else but--self

As i reach for you 
all touch is air,
you picture there

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Wipers wipe away the rain 
But, on my face the tears remain
A sad song on the radio
As the rain slowly turns to snow

It’s cold outside just like my heart
I cry more as I fall apart
Lose grip on reality
Lose grip on the real me

Will I find myself again?
When the sun shines through the rain
Or have I come too far to find
My once strong and healthy mind

Until then I will never know
Just keep driving through the snow
Hoping it leads somewhere light
Where everything will be all right

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Dark Rain

The dark rain falls upon the world
  And drowns the stifled cries,
And bathes with faithless vision
  The grieving parent eyes;
And in it’s cold descending
  And it’s desolate decision
Cuts the very cord of life
  With a hand of God precision.

The pieces that are scattered
  Are emotions in that rain,
Bled of designation,
  Swirling down a silent drain;
And as the night approaches
  And the light invites stagnation,
All the trains grind to conclusion
  At a cold and empty station.

The dark rain is an emblem
  And a harbinger of death
 Yet our love is great, defying
  Any stilling of the breath;
For the short time we remember
  Puts an end to grief and crying
The short time that you had
  A timeless source of love undying.

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The rain....

Sitting outside on my front porch listening to the rain pour down from above, like 
the angels sobbing from all the pain they suffer. Watching the world turn as if 
God himself is making the days slow down. As I watch the rain trickle down ooff 
the roof of my house, I wonder what you are doing at this very moment. Are you 
thinking of me, like I'm thinking of you now? Are you watching the rain, as I am; at 
this very moment? I wonder what you think of me. And I know your thoughts of me 
must be horrid. It must hurt to look at pictures of me, thinking of the sweet gitl you 
thought you had raised. But truthfully, I know that I am a hateful girl. I wonder how 
it feels to be dead. Buried underneath the soft dirt, bugs eating away the insides 
of the still carcass. I wonder what people would think of me once I am gone. A 
hateful girl, a liar, a whore. I wish I could change the way people view me now. 
But I know that I cannot. I can just sit underneath this porch and watch the rain 
pour down from the angels above. Wondering why their crying so much. 
KNowing that I have hurt everyone around me. And the tears the angels shed is 
nothing compared to the sobs my fmaily has cried. So, here I am alone 
wondering about death, while the rain comes down ever so hard. The wind is 
screaming through the air as if a million people are crying for help just like I am. 
Praying that all the pain that everyone has been through will quickyl subside, and 
everything will be normal again. As the rain quietly begins to slow down, my 
thoughts of death move to the back of my mind again. Only to come again when 
the rain returns.

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Yesterdays rain brought back a time when I loved you and you loved me, together 
with our body's warming each other under the blankets,
now seasons have past and our love at a stand still we look for each other and 
time alone,
with work, worries, kids, school, always on the run only to spend time not with 
you but alone with our pet.
 how I wish we could go back in time were it was only you and I young and full of 
each other saying I love you on the phone,
But times have changed and as our love grew so did our home more love but 
less time together, more joy but less time alone more but less,
a family full of love lovers full of life like before when our eyes first meet I want you 
I want to kiss your soft lips hold your hand look into your blue eyes,
what we have is what everybody  dreams of,  two wonderful kids a marriage full of 
life, life full of happiness,
I would n`t give it up or change a thing because years have past and when we 
touch I still fill the passion and you still give me butterflies.
absents makes the heart grow fonder and apart your always in my heart there my 
not be time alone, but when the rain fell my heart warmed,
I heard your laugh, seen your smile, felt your kiss and our love too,
pen to paper if not my words to you with all my charm.
your still and always be my every thing and I miss you.     

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You're - My Life

As the time goes by, killed by hours of waiting,
The hope in last tears is revived.
When I chose to give in, I was so mistaken -
Couldn't see that one reason to fight. 
Then you've opened my eyes to the truth.
Please, forgive me for all times I lied
To myself... All I need now is you. 

Just the rain reminds me of latter tears.
I close my eyes and dream again.
A breath of wind... I feel you here,
You're life, still flowing in my veins,
And in each tear - each drop of rain -
I see your face... can't live without you.

You're every tear in my eyes,
Leave everything but you behind,
I'm locking all; I'm turning back
For the last time,
For you're - my life.

Come to my dreams and stop the time,
Let know you're here, my angel, fallen.
You've broken your wings - I'd give you mine,
And give you hope, from you once stolen. 
You're more than precious memories,
You're my twin soul - your heart I'll treasure.

And every time I look at the dawn,
Far at the horizon see your eyes.
You're miles away, you're there alone -
Your heart's with me - I'm still alive.
I can't pretend, I won't even try
To escape from this love and to lie to both us...

You're every tear in my eyes,
Leave everything but you behind,
I'm locking all; I'm turning back
For the last time,
For you're - my life.

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Life's Road

The driving rain pounds fiercely upon the windshield
As my eyes strain to look into the face of tomorrow
Only being able to see what is right in front of me
I push on down this road hoping for a glimmer of light

My tank approaches E as a ray of light breaks through
This road is only in one direction so it’s to there, I go
Hoping to free myself from the rain and get refilled
I come to the destination, where I am then replenished

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Either the rain comes or snow,

Maybe, only tears have fallen?

The eyelashes of the rivers fly up, having shuddered,

A forest awakens, rustles and starts to fuss.

Ah, what mad show begins around! 

The fir trees dance together with birches in one circle,

there is sob of the rivers, and there is laughing of the streamlets here.

No, it is not the rain and not the snow,

The person has come to the person,

under the gaze of all nature!