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Details | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Seasons and Imaginations


Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.



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 | Free verse | |

If I Was the Rain

If I was the rain
I would be wary of friends like me,
one of those fair weather friends
that curse my unexpected arrival on inopportune days
but cajoled and then praised when I come when needed.
Is it wrong for me to feel used
when I am welcomed in the one and shunned in the next?
At sad times I'm told I contribute to the pain,
but then, a work of wonder as I meander on the window
or a tympany of pitter-patter on the roof.
I would just want to be me, alone and blue
if I was the rain...



Details | Rhyme | |

Sorrow of rain

the rain is my motivaton to cry the night away
it is the inspiration for a solitary serenade  

it echoes through the mausoleum of memories in my mind 
and it washes away the pain with the help of father time

the rain reunites the senses and induces tranquility within 
it also intensifies emotions like the ocean against the wind

it offers harmony to humanity  and it calms the savage beast 
it cleanses soul, self and spirit to say the very least 

it renders a mirror into your soul that magnifies your ways 
like the puddle from the rain reflecting the image it displays 

happiness is to day like rain is to tomorrow 
how can we ever know happiness if we never known the sorrow?


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Converging Daydreams

The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain Whispers

   Rain Whispers

Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers

Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free

tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers


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 | Acrostic | |

Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


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 | Rhyme | |

Rain

I love to feel the
wind on my face;
Bask in the warmth
of the sun’s embrace.
As light misty rain
touches my skin
In divine delight 
I go within. . .
The wind becomes 
an internal force.
The sun enters my heart
on its course,
But rain endeavors
to keep me whole
And helps to sustain
my very soul.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

This poem was written to be metaphoric with the 
wind representing internal conflict, the sun having a 
calming effect and the rain quenching spiritual thirst. 
I am sure no one will get it, so I thought I would explain.

I have had recent eye surgery so my time on the computer is limited.


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 | Free verse | |

Rain

 Rain ©  

I walk on slick shine streets 
in the night with my lover. 

Freshly out of bed and ravenous 
for other food, he pauses and 
licks the tears and rain drops 
from my face. 

Rain in its many moods 
quickens to sweep the earth and 
skies clean. 

Settles on the skin like a damp 
kiss. Cold, warm, sweet, clean, 
sharp, rain. 


 
Is designer bottled water 
merely rain drops from afar? 


The dog romps through the rain, 
in his perfect raincoat, oblivious 
to the wet. 
Blinking owlishly when a drop 
should fall into his eye. 

 
Mysterious primates of the forest 
sit forlornly, beneath the 
umbrella leaf. 
Forever patient as the skies 
rupture with a torrential deluge. 
Human-tender eyes reflect their 
disgust and sadness at the wet, 
messy coats they must wear. 


The equine turn their haunches 
to the storm to show their scorn 
for nature’s tantrum. 


Cats run for cover, sit 
majestically removing the 
wet rain from their person with a 
wet tongue. 


 
Wild fowl dance across the circle 
patterns of the pond’s face, 
beating their wings and singing. 

They frolic and dive celebrating 
the sublime circumstance of 
being wet. 


Man spends energy and money 
to keep himself dry and safe 
from the rain, darting from 
doorway to doorway. 

What does he fear? He won’t 
melt if he gets soaked, he won’t 
become ill or grow fins, and he 
just might get clean. 


Snow is rain in its wedding attire; 
no two brides alike. 

 
The rain drop falls into a rivulet 
of other rain drops atop the 
mountain.
The rivulet runs into the creek, 
the creek into a stream. 
The stream rushes to the river 
and the river falls into the sea. 


The rain drops turn to salty tears 
as the journey ends. 


It is said that chickens, if left out 
in the rain, will lift their heads up 
to the sky and watch the rain 
until they drown. 

Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets


 


Details | Free verse | |

Inevitable Fate

Everybody knows the poor stay poor, right?
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me they cry…
Yet they do nothing, absolutely nothing to change things
I say,  stop your crying…
Ohh poor me Ohh poor me
Shun that miserable disposition of yours and change things
I believe in you…I think you actually CAN do it…
Why don’t we go off…off to college or trade school
I will take you…guide you…help you cry no longer
Ohh poor me…Ohh poor me

Everyone knows the fight is fixed, right?
Yet they continue to gamble on their dreams
They count on luck and forget about hard work
A young beauty wishes to be saved by some prince
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
Yet she does nothing…nothing to save herself from a life of dependency…
I say, why not get some self-confidence
Let’s look past the torrid rain that surges down
That rain that sometime makes things look so very bleak
You can do it….I believe in you…You are strong
Ohh save me prince…save me prince
You will not need to cry much longer

Everybody knows …the dice are loaded, right?
Yet they do nothing…absolutely nothing to stack the deck in their favor
A man loses his job and he NEVER saved a penny when he was making the ‘big bucks’
He gorged and spent like he was entitled to it…like he was invincible
Now, he cries such a lonely cry....
"How can I go on?"  
"Poor loser me…poor loser me”
I know you can go on…you can get a new job… discover a new skill
You can learn from your mistakes and….
Next time you’ll save your money when times are good
Then there will be far less depression and far less decisions to be made…
Come with me and I will show you that you can do it…You are resilient …
He ignores my plea…and he continues to cry…
“Poor loser me…poor loser me”
He blindly stares at his coffee cup...his glance slowly shifts to the revolver 
He takes a deep breath





Details | Rhyme | |

Misty Rain

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Lost in the storms of life somewhere
It's almost more than a soul can bear.

Time is an ever rolling thing,
Losing friends in a never ending game.
Lost forever in a world not the same,
Darken skies shedding its rain.

A veil of time like a sentinel stands
Waiting for the summons to enter its land.
Many a friend is lost to its call,
All will enter this misty wall.

Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.
Tell this story to all around
Friends depart and are not to be found.

Walk in a world dark and grey
Without old friends to light the way.
Misty rain is all I see
Misty rain all around me.

When in time a summons I hear
To my earthly cradle I go without fear.
There my old friends, with arms open wide,
Will lead me to the other side.

From that misty veil one cannot hide
All must enter to get to the other side.
A time of joy follows a day of tears
As friends are waiting to remove all our fears.


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Flat Canvas

Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings 
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well. 
Oh well.

Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue 
On the whorl of a thumb, 
Stretching hope to nothing.
Run.


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 | |

And the Rains Came

The spring rain pounds on the roof’s asphalt shingles
washing the maple pollen from porches and cars
just moments ago dusted with puce green.

A tumult of rain twirls the waterwheel 
on the garden’s ornamental mill house,
splashing merrily into an over-flowing pool.
Freshly planted pansies and impatiens 
turn-up their faces for a morning wash,
their nascent root systems drink with glee.
Newly seeded bare spots suck greedily 
at the nectar of God, hoping, against hope,
to drink enough to germinate and survive.

The black cat’s tracks, muddy and precise 
mar the freshly washed porch floor
And men, 	made of weaker stuff, 
with the melting minds of sugar,  
shelter their skin, shrink from the bath,
huddle inside houses and stores 
watching, 	waiting, and wondering,
when the break will come 
and we can again
run free in a world
 of sunshine!

*element Water


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

The Rain

The rain smelled different when I was young
Not yet a care, living for fun

I’m no longer young, but not yet old
Responsibility has taken hold

The rain still comes, heavy and light
Awakening my senses to a new height

Still searching for the rain I knew when I was young
Before innocence had come undone

But now that I’ve seen the rain in so many a different place
I fear the rain of my youth has been erased


Details | Light Poetry | |

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

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

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 | Verse | |

Invitation to the Rain

revive us with your mist, refresh the earth calming rain, go not astray settle our dust and care rain, rain, come softly symphony of our delight summons is awash pitti–pat, pitti-pat, pat feel the rhythm in the rain shower of coolness calls our souls to reflection why the umbrella combining kimo, tanka, and senryu in an invitation to the rain


Details | Haiku | |

KISS THE RAIN

                                                   silver fogs in space 
                                              hurry ups to melting zone
                                                    mixes with cold air

                                                   lips of sky falls rain
                                          sunshine gifts colored rainbow 
                                                earth kisses the drops 







For contest: in Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Free verse | |

Rain

Rain


Water is power.

Late summer’s rain is falling,
Cleansing the thick air,
Polishing dusty leaves,
Soaking dried out roadways,
Running down the rough bark
Of the old oak tree.

Mighty branches, 
Heavy with summer green leaves
Sway under the powerful onslaught.
Water is power.
Without it, no life would exist.

Water washes away dirt, grime, and dust.
I wish it could wash troubled thoughts away,
I would stand in the rain, let it wash away all 
Those hurtful memories.
Wash away regrets as well as doubts.

But rain is forgiving.
It does not choose to refresh only some.
It nourishes all alike.


Details | Lyric | |

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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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


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.



2.


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,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


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.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

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,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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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, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



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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:
Yearling 
Yearning 
To sing… 


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Stop and Go Traffic

Driving to work on a Sunday, 
Went to work yesterday, but didn’t get much done,
Except looking for leads for new work.
It’s pouring rain outside my big comfortable conversion van,
Traffic is stop and go, and I was thinking of a recent girlfriend.
I watch people’s faces when I can,
Puffing my pipe filled with a tobacco that tastes like Texas Twister but
It’s some flavor that I got when I was working in Oman,
Still fresh in the zip-lock bag, or at least fresh enough.
I let thick clouds of smoke drift out in front of me,
At my foggy front wind shield, then crack the window to watch it rush out into the rain.
Traffic jams don’t smell so bad in the rain.
I roll the window down more because it’s been awhile since rain hit my hands.
Saint Mark by a composer that I missed was the soundtrack down 75.
Schubert played when I missed the exit to 635, but it was completely stopped anyways.
So we went down a side road, in the rain smoking my pipe,
Going to work on a Sunday.
I don’t know anyone like me, I really don’t.
Guess I should do some work now, I have expectations to meet.

Michael F. Lewis
8/26/2012


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She

She

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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Simplicity

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.


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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,
swoons,

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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A Night

there is something in the air
that speaks to the piercing rain -
some giant, flailing whisp of interminable beauty.
the dazzling electroshock of occassional
sprinting spears,
wonderful in appearance,
sinister in execution.

the moon lingers in the water,
but disappears on land -
a delicate pool of illuminated sand
with no distinction from the blazing sun of tomorrow.

will the endless drops of rain destroy the 
tiny wings of the moth?
so fragile and defenseless,
it finds shelter beneath my porch
and loses itself in the ceiling lamp.


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Reoccurring Dream

I have a reoccurring dream. 
In this dream I am in a wooden shack, dusted and old. 
I breathe suddenly and deeply regaining consciousness 
As though I was in deep thought, yet nothing fills my mind. 
I sit up from a creaky old stool to realize my surroundings. 
I have been to this place before; my footsteps mark the dirty floor, imprinted in the dust. My attention is drawn to a dirty window as the sound of thunder claps around me. 
The sky is vibrant and tormented; 
Swirls of white wrestle the grey clouds as lightening runs across the sky in a beautiful Array colors. Then the smell of fresh rain fills my senses. 
I leave the shack to enter a barren plain, infinite on all horizons 
With the exception of a massive black tree; naked and alone. 
I gaze at the sky once more and a cool breeze flows through, filling me completely. 
The tree now too begins to breathe deeply the cool winds, large and intensely. 
As I walk towards the tree it begins rain. 
The rain drops touch me but I am not wet. 
The dry dirt drinks the rain as quickly as it falls muddying the soil I am walking on, Though my feet are not muddy. My feet imprint the dirt but the mud does not stay, 
Only the wetness of the soil, leaving my feet damp. 
I run towards the tree that now bears a single fruit. 
I reach for it but sobbingly the tree begs me not to eat its only child. 
Disheartened I sit on the ground digging my hands into the dry soil. 
Underneath it is dark fertile earth, but like the mud it does not dirty my hands; 
It gently falls to the ground. In the holes I have dug water begins to pool from the rain, Clear and pure. I gaze into the pools but see no reflection, only the sky above. 
I put my face in these pools and breathe; no water fills my lungs, 
Though water fills my ears. I remove my head from the water and hear no sound; 
My eyes are closed and all is silent. Slowly the water drains and sound returns, 
Thoughts rush my mind and words encourage my tongue; I am awake.


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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


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I Can Hear The Earth Calling Me To Her Tears

can you feel it the wind that stream through your hair what cause the earth to spin, what cause the earth to cry why can't i find the courage to speak when it stops when can't you see it the tides turning the wells drawing in how can a soul keep going on what suppose to be the most perfect place what is this ramble which comes from a is leveled head this nonsense can you see it now the tears are coming they flow down like a river i can finally see how the pain is the rain and earth is what hurting i can feel it i can feel the hurt that when the rain comes i can feel it it hurts so much nothing is worth it anymore thought nothing else makes sense walking spinning me and the earth bear the guilt of everything now i walk with everything on my shoulder all the hurt the blame the pain nothing more can be said nothing more can be done as the rains falls against my bedroom window i follow in it step and i cry until it let me drift away into the world were pain has no meaning that where I'll go but until the earth cries until the sun rises and everything as it was before at least until the rain returns.


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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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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."


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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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Rain

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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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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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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Older

After the rain, the sun
on grass and lane,
delivering faceward
aromas that could belong
only to summer.

Sometimes, in later months,
we would pretend December’s rain
was July’s as we gazed
through steam-beaded glass,
the crackling fire behind us,
saying little, hardly need of words.

We would imagine we smelled the grass,
anointed with the gentle summer spray,
its beneficent caress,
so light of touch,
like a lover’s fingertips
brushing cherished flesh.

The crackling fire before us now,
we sit, say little, so few words to say,
each recalling how, long ago,
we could turn winter into summer.


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Rain

Laying here in this field,
Alone
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.....
Nothing


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A fresh start

A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day
It seems to become part of me infused in what I say
Things I’ve seen many times look brand new today
I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay.

Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky
The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by
Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why
Everything becomes a part of something larger than I.

The rain used to make me sad but something has changed
Not completely different maybe just rearranged
I seem to see beauty in everything I see
I see what is and hope for what may be.

I’m feeling rather happy everything is going my way
The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away
I see this peace growing inside of my heart
From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.


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Drenching Origami Wings

A forehead wrinkles 
at the pounding of water from the sky

It kind of wishes that
it could drown out 
thoughts and feelings

but it only serves
to magnify them 

background droll music
to an over thinker's mundane life


a fold here,
a crease there

origami wings
that are limp,
drenched

looking pretty lonely and pathetic
under that crying sky
 







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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.


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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


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Night

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

so

night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day

as

night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away


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THE MEANING OF RAIN

As it beat on my window pane 
I hear the sound of the autumn rain
It is a indication of my pain 
It falls from my sadden eyes
It also falls from the black skies
I hope it will rain tomorrow
It fills my day with an empty sorrow 
When you see rain what do you think of 
Do you dream your friend or a lost love
Nothing ever feels the same
Especially when you see and hear the rain
Have you noticed rain never quenches thirst
After the rain the sun appears first
When the sun’s rays pierce the sky 
Birds in all their glory will fly


"Rain is nature's chicken noddle soup."


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Erudite destruction.

 I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the sun dappled vastness; the twittering congregation
that scorned my affections with ignorant, cheerful song.

The rain continued to fall in shivering waves.
Each droplet a wish I never made,
a promise I never kept,
a conclusion I never dared dream.
While the trees sang in unison, each leaf rejoicing
as my screams refused to interrupt their hedonistic sunrise.

The morning opened its jaws; wide, loose and jagged,
like the sharpened words of an ex lover.
It spoke to me in tongues and sang to me in Dutch.
I sat abashed, vainly interpreting such linguistically tainted insight
with a gaping mouth and clenched fists.
Revelling in the sadness of misunderstanding.

I merely nodded then, smiling warmer than the rising sun,
pretending that I had the slightest idea
as to what the morning was all about.
It laughed in my face.
Offering me a hand and a look of condemnation,
with a saddened smile that was too brief to register.
Our palms met and I shuddered at the plainness of its touch.

Onward we walked, as I marvelled at my fellow inmates.
Rotten fruit of damaged trees, walls left unpainted,
Stories that had reduced their writers to tears and disbelief.
Tangled, weeping, sceptics.
Erudite destruction.
I would have screamed, had the night not already covered by mouth
with the dark skin of a slender, furtive hand.

I watched with disdain, knowing I was among my kin;
I was one of the townsfolk in a city long since created
and left to crumble in ruins.
I felt the bile rise in my throat and the air leave my lungs
as I began to run back into darkness.

I turned my head so blithely that the morning shed a tear.


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Planting Trees

When I first planted trees I thought it was for shelter 
From the ocean gales blast, and the wild rain lashing rain. 
I needed to help them, so I built up some fences.
I needed to feed them, and dug in some kelp.
The trees looked so weak, so fragile, so lonely 
The trees were so small, but they grew.

Next year some had died, but most still grew bravely.
The gales blew again, the frost hard and deep.
I fussed and I worried, I planted where gaps came 
I fretted and fiddled and firmed in loose roots
The trees bent with the wind, then straightened their backs up. 
The trees drank from the rain, and they grew

Each year they grew on, and the next and the next one
The gales blew again, and the snows came and went, 
I thought about training and pruned very gently 
I did some light weeding, I mulched and I mowed. 
The work was a joy, I loved to be round them.
And oft stood in silence, to think, as they grew

Now after some years there are trees all round me
The gales still blow hard, but the trees still grow on
I see the wind kiss them, and now hear them singing  
I see the rain weeping, and now see them smile
They draw strength from each other with roots intertwining  
And give back to me those rewards you can’t buy.  

When I first planted trees I thought it was for shelter
They have given me that, and so very much more.
I planted my trees to find how to keep growing
I planted my trees to be brave in the storms
I planted my trees to cherish my loved ones
I planted my trees to make hearts smile and soar.
I planted my trees to give hope and redemption
I planted my trees to bring peace to my soul


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Tears of Soliloquy

With nothing to be
Memory's all he claims
As his own
As he wanders the streets
So alone

A wandering wayfarer of the abyss
He watches the rain find its way to darkness
In the sea
That desire, deep inside him
To be

And a need but to know
What it means to control
All these flames, deep inside
That cannot be denied
But must burn
Down to dust in his eyes
As he yearns
Only to realize

What calamity broke him
Humanity, truth
What catastrophe means
To the empty, the few
Who can know
What it ever has meant
To be whole

And now deep in his soul
As he watches earth's tears
Is the blinding reality of all these years
He's spent searching
So deeply inside
For his self
For the mask behind lies
Behind dilated eyes
Overeager to learn
What might be their demise

How he yearned
How he yearned
For the rain to fall down
From the stars to the ground

How he yearned

That the rain
Might fall down to the sea
Of his soul


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 | Rhyme | |

Driving Through Yesterday

There's still light down this glistening black road,
a path to travel with the moon shining by my side.
Much like my own way, for some time greatly shadowed -
and yet something shows the way for this quiet ride.

The steadfast celestial guardian ever watches me,
even when its face is hidden by time's flow.
'Twould be the only light by which I could see,
if not for the headlights' soft glow.

Pensiveness seems to be the rule of the drive -
sound is muffled, like it's not allowed entry
on these heavy thoughts through which I strive;
that silver disc, as ever, a silent sentry.

That sound tires make on a road that's just seen rain,
the tiny taps of the drizzle dampening the way.
The red lights in the distance, now moving to a new lane,
the dawn coming far off, yet heralding another day.

The weight of the past in the passenger seat,
showing different faces from my history.
I wonder as I see one in particular on repeat -
when you're alone, do you think of me?

This way comes the inexorable march of that dawn,
and still night's orb watches as I'm vexed by she.
A grey sky overlooks, as one query I yet dwell upon -
when you're alone, do you think of me?

I shake my head as if to dislodge these thoughts,
eager to continue this drive's long quest.
If that's to outrun, or untie, these kind of knots,
I still as of yet cannot truly attest.


Details | I do not know? | |

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?


Details | Narrative | |

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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Was It An Act of God?

Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man

aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?

air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved

we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ


Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty Of The Falling Rain

There is a beauty in the falling
The ringing sound as it hits a copper roof
Performing nature’s symphony
The sheets of water roll down a glass window
Distorting the reality outside
Or maybe it makes it more real
Imagination flourishes in the warped images
Images that bring on new feelings
Feelings of warmth and love
As it cleanses the world around it
The mind travels through this new world
Fantasies of distant forests
Lands of lush greens
Richer than any ever seen by man
Fields of waving grass
A dance that started millennia ago
A dance still performed by a young girl
Dressed in a white flowing dress
She dances in clothes soaked to the bones
The blue halo of rain around a distant light surrounds her
As she hears the music of the rain on the street
She looks to the heavens
To the dark clouds above her
And she thanks the gods
She thanks them for every drop of rain
And she prays for the next downpour
When she can dance again


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Ethnographic Moment

This is Carolina
The northern member of the clan
The weather is in a terrible state:
All day rain, white walls of it
Holding me like a cattle to wait
And if this constant nattering
Does not stop
I shall have enough to rue
Alone at the end of day ... with you.

Little lakes of memories
Are bubbling in brooks of street
Now ... water killed the flower beds
The petals have left the barren stems
O I miss the sea of yellows and reds
I miss the blooming of my rems

The rain falls with no strategy
For what is the use
Since I have planted nothing here
What psychology is this
That fails so to amend us
Who see nothing as our terminus
How dangerous is that
Leaving not even trust in a spot
Still dry for common gifts of mercy
The rain is a long wait

The bubbles muddle and break
In puddles of a littered lake
This is North Carolina
The beginning, not the terminus 










Details | Rhyme | |

Rainy Days

Today is not a nice day.
The weatherman says they will be more rainy days
Outside it is very cloudy and gray
And the suns hiding away.

Some times this weather is hard to bear
But it is not very strange to have this here
We usually obtain lots and lots of storms and rain
Especially when the hot and long summer days begin.

The rain keeps pouring hard outside
It's raining  like dogs and cats
The day is sombered gloomy and hot
And rivulets of water fills every nook and spot.

Most showers can be a blessing kind of sublime
But not  so, when it rains so much all the time 
Oh no! I've just seen it! Another lightining seems to had split the sky
Open and the sounds  of thunders  are still frightening to me.

I'm just praying that tomorrow is a whole brand new day!
Hoping the sun comes out of its hiding place and brightens everything in
Then there won't be no more storms and thunders peeking thru the blue sky
It would be so nice to have no more showers and rains at least for a while again.

Meanwhile the rain persists today and still falls down my face
I'll have to wait till tomorrow to see what kind of weather takes place
If the day will be still rainy or if it will just turn into a nice and fair day
Well, let's see what happens! All this rain may stop all of sudden later on today!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009


June 15,2009


Details | Pantoum | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Poem Poem

 Poem Poem 
Poem Poem 
 
Worry and fear rule most everyone's day 
how could it not come to me 
Eye was just worried that ideas would dry up 
and the poetry. 
Fishing is always impossible in a monsoon 
and drunkards sometimes miss a drink due to rain 
in the impossible day when it floods. 
Leaning on people and giving is tough 
leaning on money to have everyday 
to make purchases of wine and more beer 
can be hard in the rain. 
Yearning for someone feeling no pain 
yearning for love in the rain 
dying but living inside where she dwells 
the love is so real eye can feel her so well 
she is love deep inside me where no pain can reach 
the insulation of ewe the insurance of she. 
Turning away from the world in my sleep 
reaching for her she is love she is me. 


Details | I do not know? | |

A Special Look

Water comes through the screen
The cool breeze refreshes
Washing away the scene
Blowing away all the messes
Chilling the warm thick air
Cleansing the dust away
Blowing without a care
Making room for today
And what does it hold
Is it the rain or shine to come?
Talking away the old
Bringing forth the young
Coffee in her ceramic cup
Steam rising from within
Drinking until she’s full up
Changing her frown to a grin
The rain outside slowing
The cars rush the morning
The moon in the sky not glowing
School buses without warning
Tires in the puddles splash
Thunder rolling on the gulf
Lightning in the back ground, crash!
All is still but a pulse
Will she awake with grace?
Step out and smile
See the sleep on her face
She’s traveled a long, long mile
The pain shows her age
Time she may not have any
She’s trying to turn the page
But there are just too many

There is a beam of light
Something she never thought
Shinning so bright
A love that could not be bought
A man once came her way
Smiled and shared a book
He’s still here today
Giving her that special look


Details | Lyric | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Between The Rain Drops

Between The Rain Drops
Eye walked between the raindrops to learn how to stay dry
My body works much better when eye fly on angels wings between the rain and 
hurry to be dry at home a layer of something hasty pulled between the me and 
between the storm and as eye lay inside my dry eye pray and cry for eye have no 
home the rain falls off around my dry as eye walk between the rain drops of the 
storm