Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth
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
Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above. He let the Black clouds
and the rain come gushing through our window panes. Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me. The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last. The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.
He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed. The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble. Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.
The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset. We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!
We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.
Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.
Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors are delightful lures.
The tulips are attracting avid fans,
While other crops fill in as also rans.
Our valley is a beauty in the spring,
But spring is not here yet and that’s the thing.
We pray the sun comes out and is on time
For merchants to attract the tourist’s dime.
So now it’s up to April to perform
To give us days that are spring like and warm.
So tourists can find beauty and some fun
And I at last can get my yard work done.
Everything is beautiful
It seems the whole world sleeps
Whilst I, so all alone
Sit beneath a sheltered roof
So far away from home
By the river, here in Nornalup
As Venus hugs the moon
They shine up there in the mystic sky
And my heart feels so in tune.
Everything is beautiful
In the silence of this morn
In just a couple of hours from now
The day will be reborn
And the sky now filled with sparkling gems
Will become the deepest blue
As the wild birds herald in the dawn
And the sun comes shining through.
The river oh, so gently flows
Just a shadow to my eyes
It goes it’s way in harmony
When the sun it does arise
It will glow once more reflecting all
Those lovely hues of green
That come from giant tingle trees
That enhance this lovely scene.
blows kisses to Bush Warbler
Dreams of distant love
Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls,
smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless
with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues
sparkled with crystals of dew;
glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light,
in the month of showers and flowering bowers.
Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil
like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun.
Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light;
clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams,
climbing a golden ladder of sunlight.
Crystalline morning softly stroked your face:
a sleeping jewel, gently polished
by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009
I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite labor
The leaves they sway from side to side
so graciously, it is my favorite sight
The cherking of birds is my morning cup of delight
In front of me,
The rattle of the clear crystal pool is the depth and constancy of a single thought
The clear blue sky is my happy tomorrow
On my face you will find no trace of sorrow
Such a peaceful sight I see
If only you could bare witness with me
To such a glorious and heavenly sight
Like A picture perfect,
Or a beautiful view in Peru
The glorious nature has set me at ease
I am calmed by the steady breeze
Yet the buzzing of my cousin
Is like the sound of a busy bee
She speaks to me of heartache and despair
And the death of some distant loved one
She makes a noble and noteworthy declaration
To give me a kidney if mine decides to collapse
I smile at her with this carefree sensation
As I sit there typing and pretending to care
Tapping my fingers to a rhythm while unaware
Smiling a genuine smile and sighing a pretentious sigh
You want me to speak of wickedness and of madness
At this moment I am indifferent,oblivious, I genuinely Do Not Care
The quacking of a random duck
Came casually as pure luck
Lazily I yawn, so dazed, and simply amazed
I am hypnotized
At this sight that left me mesmerized.
If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.
My name is flower
Of number one display and color
To commit suicide I decide
To take nuclear waste or pesticide
Am tired of you people polluting the air
Polluting our rivers and streams that's not fair
You clear out our jungles, you cut down our mountains
To make way for tall buildings Hollywood Mansions and fountains
You burn fuel for energy source
Depleting the ozone showing no remorse
You drill, you drain the earth of it's natural resource and nutrients
Causing a shift in the earth's plate
Evidence Tsunami and Earth Quake
I cannot take it anymore
This is the final straw
Yes am gonna commit suicide
Either by Nuclear Waste or Pesticide
O! yes you need me for oxygen
along with all other plant life existing
So if I were to take them all with me you'll die
You'll be no more... no lie?
So sit back admire the beauty, the splendor
The wonderful blossoming of a flower
In my last breath I write this suicide note
Dated 25th April 2011 by... flower
©Copyright April 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
A pale of spreading green
Fresh from earth’s inner need
Where she keeps her secrets
Talking to all green things
On some winsome April day
Unfurl your new banners
Against the lingering grey
Unhinge the sun, chase the shade
Freshen the sweet air
And let the smiling breezes blow
Soft, supple reaching heavenward
Fingers of green bud, break open
Into canopies cover, hover, Azure shells make spring birds,
and all the leafy creatures that Surround soft supple shades
For the world has turned ‘round again.
Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank
Resting under the protection of white birch
Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann
As if being reborn in the late April sunshine
Here thoughts and memoirs drift on the current
Washing away on coppery green wave crests
Watched by Snapdragon eyes gently drifting
Wafting in the sweetness of a juniper breeze
A brushed sedate glow of dusk mirroring light
Painting the currents of the Annisquam River
Lying in the peaceful and intrepid stillness
I wonder if I’ve found a moment of perfection
Softly baptized by the tepid evening drizzle
I see the silvery notes fall to break the surface
Playing the sweet libretto of rain and river
A rising crescendo of new life awakening
Here I find peace upon the placid rivers bank
Lost in memory amidst honeysuckle moments
It’s here that my spirit remains eternally young
Ever blossoming in the late April moonlight
These April showers will drown the flowers
and chase the tourists all away.
The rain clouds hover, they run for cover
and wish they’d waited for a day.
But if they stay for only and hour
they’ll find that this was just a shower,
and it’s for certain we’ll raise the curtain
on fields of tulips in bright array.
The April showers are good for flowers.
Come back and see us in sunny May.
Dubieties engulf all around
As the brume in the dawn
Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud
Songs soon sing from the sky
The common notes that play
When it’s about to drop wet
Upon human’s bower.
It’s wonted (by this time) to descry
Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.
In the mood of the inclement
It’s sparse to hear
Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound
Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.
For all to hear and all to see
thunder and lighting glistening at me
marbles of water bounce off the roof
vanishing magically but there not to see
the animals hide from it's presence
hoping to be safe under protection
as the giant stomps it's feet
and Edison's light bulb flares
No one sees but clouds before
and clouds gather after
the only evidence of this terrible rage
lies under the ground, and atop the roof
Some catch it's content's
and some measure it's times
but no one is brave enough to go in
the only thing sound is the blanket atop me
keeping me warm and safe from the cold
once the rages over the world quiets
as if its waiting for the monster to come back
for the giant to stomp once again
and for Edison's lightbulb to go out
for all to become noisy
but alas it never does
It is near end of April
looking out on the fells
around the Lakeland countryside
the beauty fills one with yells
The tips of the hills
are clearly coloured white
amazing to see this
as our eyes shows this sight
For this is indeed
wonderful to behold
not to be expected
in this scene so cold
But spring will surely come
to burst through this landscape
bringing in light and colour
powerfully moulding it's shape
Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ...
Liner hits iceberg , a titanic disaster
My entry into Raul's contest " Six Word Masterpiece "
Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair
Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous
The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
Their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
To find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
And I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me.
Makes me want to dance at midnight 'neath the budding apple tree.
April 10, 2014
I do not know?
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.
It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street
The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet
No birds chirped nor eagle soared
As I waited in the heat for a bus to board
The roads were empty and the journey was fast
With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past
Vying for passengers though only a few were about
The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt!
The sky had darkened when I got off the bus
The wind was cooling and blew in gusts
Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles
Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s
The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled
The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled
I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had
To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad
At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying
A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying
I had a mile to cover – home was thus far
A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car
At the end of the road, I turned right
A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light
Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark
And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park
The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows
Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows
In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes
Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes
Rain rings spreading wide
Like liquid blossoms opening
To the rise of April’s tide
And if one listens closely
to her gentle wind
and harkens to her showers
One hears April stealing in
Always it begins, as just a gentle patter
A tender touch
to Mother Natures shoulder
As if to say, there’s naught to matter
Winter’s time is done
No more… will it grow colder
I’ll slake the thirst
Of frosted earth, says she
And rouse the sleeping seeds
And I’ll pay no mind
To what the kind
And even grace the weeds
My dewy touch
My gentle morning mist
Will caress both fields and bowers
Imbued as such
With Springtime’s kiss
And the romance of April Showers
On wooded land and open water, the gale struck hard
Plucking fallen twigs and flowers and leaves and the unwary bird
Caught unawares, a family of cranes about five or six in number
Took hastily to flight from an island and were hurled across the water
Violently shaken from slumber, the trees awoke
And as they swayed in frenzy, thick branches snapped and broke
Still ignoring my instincts, I continued to walk
But the fury of the storm made me inwardly baulk
The greatest dangers posed were however man-made
They were live power lines on poles, strung overhead
And loose metal roofing of shanties rattling nearby
Poised to ride the storm, razing as they would fly
With heart pounding as the wind raged, I quickened my pace
Half blinded and with hair tousled, as the dust stung my face
I could see the rain as it approached, fast across the lake
But despite the extended canopy above, I was soon dripping wet
Whipped by the wind, the rain lashed hard
My neighbourhood was deserted, not a soul stirred
All had taken refuge – even the stray dogs and cattle
As lightning flashed and thunder cracked and windows shuddered and rattled
With wary eyes for falling debris, I walked the middle road
Fearful of lightning strikes stabbing earth like a jagged sword
In an alley, off the road, a glass pane fell and shattered
As the relentless storm raged on, reaching home was all that mattered
Below, a serene garden of flowers,
Above a vast expanse towers.
Cascaded by effervescent scents with permeable powers,
Sat I on earth's foot stool whiling away the hours.
Suddenly, pelted by thrashing shower,
Scampered to nearest, shielded bower.
Between nook and cranny did cower,
As nearby brook o'er parched earth did scour.
Around noon, clouds no more moisture did share,
All around, trees glistened in sun's bright glare;
Sprung I forth from my lonely, wooded lair,
From veiled thickets did I pare.
Across the gleaming fields did I tear,
Grasshoppers under my feet did scare,
Back to my fawning meadow laid bare,
Contented there to meditate without care.