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Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


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.





Details | Couplet | |

I Just Express

                                        The rain came down as I sat by the window..
                                I pondered what lifes and ups and downs have shown..

                               While at the piano the keys didn't feel or sound right..
                                The mixture of colors on my paint brush had no light..
 
                                  I then searched for a way to express without sound..
                             Then the door opened to Poetry and the words I've found..

                       I feel this time I have found my way through a tangled dark forest..
                       Now by the same window I write of rain and love as I just express..



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 | Free verse | |

Couples

(18/09/2011)

Love is identical with couples
Paper spread its space when the pen needs to settle a scribble
When the dust get bored, wind will show-up and blow
When the sun is stressed, rain will come as thunders brattle
When fire is too emotional, ash reminds him to set low

Can they get along forever?
When the paper full filled, pen will leave it
When it’s blown, wind will forget where the dust thrown
After refreshed, the sun will shoo, rain is harassed
When the ash takes control, spots of fire in black dust merely crawl

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Pasangan

Cinta identik dengan pasangan
Saat pena tertoreh, kertas membantunya
Saat debu sedang bosan, angin meniupnya
Saat matahari kelelahan, hujan menggantikanya
Saat api terlalu emosi, abu memperingatkannya

Namun mampukah mereka selalu berdampingan?
Saat kertas terisi penuh, maka pena akan meninggalkannya
Saat debu tertiup, akankah angin kembali menemukannya?
Saat matahari bugar, hujan diusirnya
Saat abu menguasai, api hanyalah hitam debu


Details | Quatrain | |

Typical Rainy Day

The firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
droplets pitter patter
on the windows glass
the only sound to be heard
as I watch the hours pass
wrapped in cozy blankets 
is how those days are spent
with my poetry before me
you'll find I am content
caught up in my writing
with steaming soup on hand
and wrapped up warm and cozy
those rainy days are grand
the firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day

Written January 10, 2013
By Morgan Mise


Details | Free verse | |

Jill Scott

"Love rain down on me..."
she bellows sweetly
I drink her soul through
the sounds
Letting me into her universe
dripping with love, food, imagery
a beautiful symphony of words
"Slowly, surely, I walked away from..."
the thought of turning my  cd off
Jazz seeping through my pores 
melting me like chocolate in hand
'I understand what you sayin' girl!!!'
Moving feet with every beat
"Love rain down on me..."


Author's Note: Some of the words in this piece are from actual songs. Jill Scott 
has been a tremendous influence in my poetry. Her music and words are 
constant companions. Much respect to her.


Details | Quatrain | |

Slumberless

tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
 
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


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 | |

Metaphor

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 
silenced 
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.